"We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for."
~Dead Poet's Society~
April 28, 2014
The Dying Sun
White Dwarf
When hydrogen atoms in the sun start to wane
The sun will fuse helium, although so in vain
For the helium fusion might maintain the core
But the core can’t persist, at least not as before
As the helium hub becomes sickly and dense
Before carbonic fusion will rise and commence
A luminous glow will overwhelm the sun’s shell
And the sun’s outer layers will violently swell
On the earth desiccation will gradually grow
And her oceans of blue will run rapidly low
With the death of all plant life resulting from this
Comes the end of all life forms, and earth’s former bliss
Now the sun will continue to swell and expand
Until fusion to carbon is closer at hand
Then the core will compress as its red outer shroud
Is dispersed out to space as an ionized cloud
And then there, in the midst of amaryllis hues
In the midst of those violets and scarlets and blues
Lies a core of carbon overwhelmingly bright
That will persist like the sun in vacuous night
-jwm
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