Standing on the brink of Valles Marineris a canyon spanning twenty five hundred miles As we stand there I glance at my companion and we have to share a smile
For we've been dying to explore Mars climbing down it's six mile depth exploring all of it's one hundred twenty five miles secrets of width
We start down a small crevice and I stumble and nearly fall he catches me and holds me but really it wouldn't hurt me at all
I only weigh twenty six kilograms here but still I don't want to tear my suit smothering in carbon dioxide air could not be considered a hoot
We turn on our headlamps and brighten our lights as daylight starts to fade and Mars deep dark night
appears suddenly, just seems to drop with atmosphere so thin the very stars you feel you can touch and taste so very bright and yet so very far
And we can see the two moons, Deimos and Phobos rising high above captured asteroids, the companions of the god of war, each trying to shove
our attention away from what surrounds us but it does not work we have things to do and places to see and we can't afford to shirk
our duties to collect more samples of what once perhaps was life before Mars lost it's water to space and biology lost it's war to strife
We stroll along a rim of red Martian soil and look down along a wash where water flowed at one time 'ere evaporation left the planet harsh
We use our tools to gather samples hard to believe through our thin suits we're touching another planets land leaving behind marks of our boots
to be swept away by Mars fierce winds as they march to erase and reform making war upon the craters and filling the air with huge dust storms
My partner speaks and reminds me it's time to return to our craft and I look at him to say what are you completely daft?
I hate to leave this behind but inside I know he's right It's just so hard to leave such an awe-inspiring sight
I cannot believe the beauty that lies in front of my eye.. dead planets tectonics once moving leaving a vista of loveliness behind