In a realm
At the helm

Of ship sailing
And scaling
Heavenly galaxies

Flying in the cosmos
In the great macrocosm

Having many stars and nebulae and dust
A place where things do not rust

I would stop at every constellation
You would not find any retaliation

Such vivid flashing sights
So beautiful and so bright

Whisking by a ringed planet
Seeing it all covered in granite

Straight way I would fly
for the Jovian planet
Then dashing quickly thru
the sky to a terrestrial planet

Such grace they dangle
Like stars that spangle

Deep in the celestial heavens
With angels in seven’s

Make flight for a star brilliant
In a pace ever so resilient

Set anchor on a red planet
Will fish in the Milky Way
And serve poetry on a silver tray
For the time we will stay.