The rocky rings that surround
Saturn’s floating sphere
Will always man astound
On our small planet here.
We know so little about
The content of these rings,
Are they, gas, ice or rock,
Metal or other things?
The sun, whose prism light
Is cast upon the rings
Presents an eerie sigh
Visions of our dreams.
Man has, through the ages,
Viewed them mysteriously.
Studied and contemplated
And wondered quite seriously
What has caused these formations
In the quiet black of space
Among other creations
In this desolate, soundless place?
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