A jewel of the night, a ringed and distant lord,
Saturn spins, a giant, in a whisper, not a word.
A king of gas and ice, a titan of the sky,
His moons like tiny dancers, as they flit and fly.
His rings, a silver halo, whisper secrets old,
Of dust and shattered moons, in stories yet untold.
A cosmic ballet twirls, in silence deep and vast,
As Saturn's icy beauty, forever shall be cast.
Through telescopes we gaze, at this celestial show,
A tapestry of wonder, where mysteries grow.
From Earth, a tiny speck, we watch with awe and grace,
As Saturn, in his grandeur, holds a timeless space.
He spins and spins, a giant, in his lonely cosmic sway,
A silent symphony of light, at the end of every day.
And as we dream of stars, and worlds beyond our own,
We whisper thanks for Saturn, a beauty we have known.