The world we live in keeps surprising me,
You may not believe what I’m about to say,
But that doesn’t change the facts,
For somewhere, far, far away
In a lost world unearthed,
Is a place where the unexpected can happen.
The Universe is a winding mystery,
And in it, I, a microscopic speck of dirt,
Try as I might, I can’t ever see
That things are never what they seem to be.
Such a world exists where it rains fire,
Droplets of fiery comets burning through,
A world that has always been the same–
Where the day never turns to night,
And the night never turns to day.
Lies though they might seem,
Exist they do,
Worlds several light-years away,
For we live in a universe of possibilities,
Amidst the most weird and bizzare.
So when I fall asleep tonight,
I shall dream of this world from afar,
Where the sky is pouring rain,
And the rain is molten iron–
Oh, the things yet to see, we are,
Just merely existing here.
Open your eyes to wildest of realities,
Things outside the wildest of dreams,
Oh, what a world we live in,
What a time to be alive,
In a Universe of endless possibilities!
Today’s prompt via napowrimo.net was to choose a piece of poetic news and incorporate it within your poem. One of these sources provided talked about a planet where it rains iron and the very whimsical nature of the article seemed like it would make great poetry material for me. I hope you liked it! Xx
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