Blue Marble

I marvel at your dances with the sun;
Your spin is swift yet balanced in the void.
The stars arise and then unite as one
To cheer the peerless dance that they've enjoyed.
Your siblings envy your cerulean gown;
Its bluish blush is seen beyond the sky.
Majestic is the shawl, as soft as down,
That clothes the firmament where men dare fly.
The orange flush of falling dusk reveals
A sampling of the hues that dye your gown.
There's amber, gold, and scarlet, which appeals
To all who see the splendor of your crown.
   O charming lady, dance until the dawn,
   Then dance again as all the stars look on.