The Planet Namesake

In a not too distant beginning there was a boy named Saturn. He looked up, and said this area’s the name I have learned. I’ll take that as the name I’ve earned. Later in life he says, “You Jupiter my Son! This area will be the namesake you have won.” Jupiter grew up to have many wives. Each having children with equally different lives. These children grew big and strong. Some with Grandkids who would do both right and wrong. All gradually taking a name in the sky. Before anyone could ever ask a reason why. Until finally there were enough to fill the gap. This, that, the seasons, emotions, plus anything that passes us lap by lap. Finally people had settled on labels for names of things. This did have a more pleasant ring. Eventually there became a namesake for almost everything. So much so people started to sing. It’s part of those human nature calls. Done as people gradually make their way down those grand halls. Toward a great door of might. Life, the one that shine’s so bright. Guiding all through the dark and into the light. Each and every single passing night. Nothing to do with fear of being dead. That being nothing more than existential dread. For in reality we are laying in bed. Dreaming away in a deep slumber. Building our life away. While fetching all the lumber.