the fault's not in our stars

Orion watches skiers driving home
with Sirius forever at his heel
presiding over Winter's starry dome
as groomers tend tomorrow's playing field
while Scorpio's obscured behind the sun
he gazes on a world in black and white
as soon as the last chairlift makes its run
he's springing up to dominate the Night
come soaring season, he's a lot more coy
just barely getting up as first crow sings
a diff'rent heaven and a diff'rent joy
as mountains dwindle far beneath our wings
so many seem incurious to try
the pleasures of our playground in the sky