Science Fiction

No planet breathes like Nimbus Six.

No planet breathes like Nimbus Six, where
the soban rise and fall with the seasons and
svegka chumps sail from roost to roost.  And
where crystal naple flows from snowy mountains,
the silver muzak rolls across your ears.

Miles below, green meek protrudes over
skeletons long since crumpled and buried by marmac. 
Now, a bronze tibbon eyes the flat horizon while
pink limfs dip their regal necks in dance,
responding to sim beetles underfoot.

Miles above, naple clouds and atmosphere
give way to a cold vacuum, expanding
furiously in every direction.  Seeking life,
starlight races downward, encounters a
strange satellite, and explodes back into space.