Bouncing through thin atmosphere
on independence day.
A tiny human probe is steered
from million miles away.
A rover rolls on rosy world.
Finding a path through Ares Vallis.
Solar petals of craft unfurled.
To power a Martian palace.
Romping through this alien vale,
the robot’s stay is brief.
Rocks it finds will tell a tale
of aeons past, in close relief.
That flood plain of a liquid place
is now as dry as dust.
But was there life? A microbe race.
In soil as red as rust.
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