Vaccum
No sound
Cold, floating
Round balls of mass perfectly aligned in a line
Discoveries with destinies entwine
Metal bullets fly up from earth, landing on rocky plaines from above the sky
Discoveries hidden from the human eye
The planet of gas and rings,
Chilling sounds through howling winds, it sings
LIke souls from the passed on, it whispers
Its crystalline rings flicker
Enceladus, its oceans move beneath the surface
A buffet to Saturn, its purpose
Shifting ice and moving water
Life on its cold surface could falter
Small in size, giant in potential
Studies suggest it could be residential
Vaccum
No sound
Cold, floating
Enceladus with its frosty surface, composing
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