I remember when the planets were young
Parading ‘round a selfish sun
Who cried as we cooked below
We watched it for awhile, hoping he’d explode
But still we rob his rays
As he graces us with each passing day
I’ll thank him when he fades
When will he seclude?
Something tells me it’s soon
Is it the look on your face?
Or those clouds shedding us their gloom
Muffling the cries from his path
Longing to cease his exuberant blast
Yet their presence shifts by days
Now we can see the that yellow haze
These millions years a mere phase
For we stand in the White Dwarf’s way
He’ll age and grow humble
As cities freeze, then crumble
For his cries are now mumbles
Shining now ever so subtle
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