A silent red world, cold and vast,
Where whispers of the wind gently pass,
A desert of dreams, where echoes last,
In the shadow of stars, beneath the cosmic glass.

Crimson sands stretch far and wide,
Stories untold, beneath the Martian tide,
A realm of mystery where secrets hide,
In the embrace of time, where hopes abide.

The valleys and peaks, etched by ancient streams,
Tell tales of water, of long-forgotten dreams,
The spirit of discovery in sunlight beams,
Guides us onward, as curiosity redeems.

Amidst the silence, a promise unfolds,
Of future journeys and adventures bold,
Mars, the red beacon in the night so cold,
Invites us to explore, to seek, to hold.