Speedy orb of fire and ice,
Nearly at Sol's door
Hypnotized by gravity
Never to explore

All the stellar sights; too dim,
In that white-hot light.
Face to face, you race around
Can not leave or fight

Your attraction, like a moth
To our mother, Sol
Wanting to escape your fate
But you play your role.

Planetary Ying and Yang
Ever dark and light
Till a nova, Sol becomes
And we all ignite.