Rain of Saturn

The dropping of gems is a silent sound,
A blinding light with an unshown shimmer,
Such quantum beauty with glow and glimmer,
A space-based sparkle to never astound

The god of wealth has fiercely forbidden,
A sight of flawless flashes and flitter,
Or hardest rain of galactic glitter,
A heavenly sight remaining hidden

The old giant is graced with cosmic dust,
A perfect ring above Cronian crust,
It sits in celestial atmosphere,
A cast of colour from circle and sphere,
Whilst weathered and cut by precious purity,
A heavy price; an unknown surety

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