The Song of a Planet

  Wandering planet, I was seeking my Sun. I was beautiful with my frozen waters, the clouds of dark gas, the deep craters, but I had no one to warm me up. I had rings of rocky satellites spinning around me, and I erred between suns, larger or smaller, red or blue, but none of them had caught me in the arms of their attraction.
   I imagined I was going to remain forever a planet without name and laws, endless traveler through a space as cold as myself, back and forth the universe.
   After long ramblings through galaxies, sometimes mistaken for one of those comets I sometimes met or for one of the asteroids that erred like me, I arrived somewhere at the frontier of the universe. I stopped so suddenly that my satellites almost crashed into each other. I had arrived. In front of me, the Sun.
   Although not so different from the others, this one had caught me in his net. I began turning around him obediently, on a stable orbit, surprising my satellites used to wander. I was now following His rules, and he was warming me up with his rays.
   Waters started flowing, unleashed, clouds lightened up, revealing a bright sky I had never seen before. All thanks to him, my beloved Sun, who had given me his warmth. And though, I didn’t want to give him what he wanted, not yet; I wasn’t ready to allow him to leave his mark on me, changing me forever. 
   I loved him and offered him all my riches. I had no secrets for him, excepting one, the most precious for me.
He kept caressing me with his rays, showing me how much he loved me. And, one day, I revealed him my secret. He had barely risen above a scarlet hill, when he opened his eyes large, taken by surprise. Happy, I showed him the proof of my love: I was Mother. On my surface, life had sprung up. A small blue flower was opening her petals in front of the unknown sky. Tiny blades of grass showed up here and there. My Sun laughed happily, hugging me tight against his chest. Proud of myself, I watched the blooming life. He alone had accomplished the miracle; I had just helped it happen.
   We decided to never separate; I was going to give up the wandering among starts and remain forever the only planet of his system.
   His arms were now designing my orbit. We were proud and happy, and there was life everywhere.
   And though, it was too beautiful to last. Each time a comet was passing by, I was anxiously waiting for it to go away.
   Then, the thing I feared most happened. Another planet stabilized and started spinning around my Sun. I could not stop him from warming her too. I was suffering, my life was dying out slowly, my flowers faded away. The warmth he once gave me was now insufficient, and I felt I was slowly freezing up. I asked him in vain to remember our good times together, he had no caressing rays for me anymore.
I froze more and more, suffered less and less. The other planet had taken my place; the only thing I could do was to start over my erring in search of another sun.
   I broke loose, and his arms opposed too little. My satellites were spinning joyfully, and, passing by the other planet, I threw them all on her surface. Now deformed, ugly, she couldn’t be liked by my sun anymore.
   And I began to wander again between the worlds, beautiful with my frozen waters, the clouds of dark gas, the deep craters full of mysteries…

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