In a cosmic ballet danced among stars,
We spoke of Pluto, near and far.
Its red snow whispered tales of the night,
Of distant planets and heavenly light.
Then came a thought, a ponderous one,
Of orbits incomplete since their sunward run.
Could there be planets, hidden from view?
Behind the sun, where shadows accrue.
As questions spiraled, deeper we dove,
Into the Oort Cloud's theoretical trove.
The vast cosmic ocean, where comets do spawn,
Hints of "Planet Nine," a new cosmic dawn?
The tale of Nibiru, from Sumer's old script,
With Planet X's science, together we flipped.
A planet, perhaps, in elliptical spree,
Once seen by ancients, now lost to the sea.
"Is it all dismissed?", you jest with glee,
But science is curious, as curious can be.
Planet Nine or X, its name still unknown,
A gravitational dance, its presence not shown.
Conspiracy theories, in whispers they tell,
Of a looming doomsday, a gravitational swell.
Yet Sumerian knowledge, vast and profound,
In allegory and myth, its truths are bound.
As modern eyes scan the great cosmic shore,
For signs of a planet known long before.
Empirical evidence guides the quest,
For a celestial body, put to the test.
Your hypothesis, elliptical and wild,
Suggests Nibiru's pass, once viewed by a child.
A dance so rare, every few millennia it nears,
Would it bring cosmic beauty or humanity's fears?
But orbits and tides, and the pull of the moon,
Remind us to be wary of a doomsday tune.
For in science, evidence is the guiding light,
Through the vast, endless expanse of the night.
From Pluto to Nibiru, from Nine to X,
Our cosmic conversation, intricate, complex.
A journey of wonder, from start to poem's end,
In the vast universe, where mysteries blend.