My final attempt at getting a post approved here.
NOT any too close, yet still not too far.
Only froze at the poles, we’re near enough to our star.
Askew just a few so, four seasons there are
with a cute circular screw at one thousand miles an hour.
Oh yes, we spin, but, that’s just to begin,
then try figuring in our orbiting condition.
I found it astounding, we’ve been bounding since origin
at sixty-seven thousand…and got goose bumps and a grin.
Whirling and twirling. Who’s driving? Who knows.
Circling and swirling where our orbiting goes.
At the part where we start or where the finish flag blows
we at heart of our stars chart and all in it that glows.