Beneath the cerulean skies, Mars whispers tales,
Of ancient rivers and dusty trails.
A crimson desert, where secrets sleep,
In valleys profound and canyons deep.

The winds of Mars, with a ghostly breath,
Sing softly of life and whispered death.
Echoes of time in a silent space,
A distant world with a haunting grace.

Under a sky of rust and fire,
Dreams of explorers, filled with desire.
To touch the soil of a world unknown,
To claim the secrets it has sown.

Mars, a beacon in the cosmic night,
Guiding dreams with its muted light.
A planet of wonder, mystery untold,
A story of red, waiting to unfold.