The Planet not the God |
Neptune is invisible To the naked eyes. It's distance thus outweighing Its not inconsiderable size. Ice giant, furthest far flung and frozen. Where hydrogen, and helium, and more, are wrapped about a rocky, icy core. A trace of methane in the atmosphere, absorbing red light, but reflects the blue. While unrestrained wild winds, rush, rage around, sustaining such speeds, that cannot be found, On any other planet orbiting elliptical around the solar orb. And reliably recorded racing, at up to thirteen hundred miles an hour. Swiftly stirring storm systems seen from space. It is conjectured that planet Neptune is wrapped in numerous noxious cloud layers. Of methane ice, tattered, thin and wispy. Of foul and rotten, hydrogen sulphide. Of ammonia ice, and of water ice. The chemical clouds accumulating, at manifold different altitudes and casting their shadows carelessly on their cloaking cousins clustered far beneath. Circumferentially banded at high altitude, and continuous in their latitude. Whilst liquid carbon covers the core, and more, methane decomposed to diamonds, dropping down, down to the deep. |