Hi
from the night sky
We roam the void, devoid of any fears
Our blue sphere behind, a red one ahead
Headed to a rock so silent and dead
And yet, back home, there are cheers
Remember us as we make it to Mars
The two robots rumbling, raising sand
Sent to examine, excavate, explore
Plucking wonders from the ore
Wandering around the wasteland
A land of dangers and dunes and dark and dust
And crust and cold and craters and clouds
High
in the white sky
Remember us as you gaze at the stars,
For when times are tough and severe
As they veer towards war and cruelty
To peer into the abyss and, yet, persevere
Is nothing less than a lesson of ingenuity
Remember your Promethean flame
Its blaze, the bravery; its ember, the brain
With that fire you made us wings
This burning desire to be airborne is our bond
As we dare mighty things
With a yearn to belong
From the pond to the sea to the ocean
to beyond!
We'll remember men kindly
longing,
And hope, perhaps idly,
That mankind is coming
right behind
Clouds occlude our view as you
Hide
in the bright sky
And, still,
A blue dot ought to be there
To believe, even being small and pale
That it can dare to achieve such a tale:
The dark is not too much to bear
G'bye
from the night sky
Mar 1, 2021
Mar 1, 2021 at 1:55 PM UTC
Hi
from the night sky
We roam the void, devoid of any fears
Our blue sphere behind, a red one ahead
Headed to a rock so silent and dead
And yet, back home, there are cheers
Remember us as we make it to Mars
The two robots rumbling, raising sand
Sent to examine, excavate, explore
Plucking wonders from the ore
Wandering around the wasteland
A land of dangers and dunes and dark and dust
And crust and cold and craters and clouds
High
in the white sky
Remember us as you gaze at the stars,
For when times are tough and severe
As they veer towards war and cruelty
To peer into the abyss and, yet, persevere
Is nothing less than a lesson of ingenuity
Remember your Promethean flame
Its blaze, the bravery; its ember, the brain
With that fire you made us wings
This burning desire to be airborne is our bond
As we dare mighty things
With a yearn to belong
From the pond to the sea to the ocean
to beyond!
We'll remember men kindly
longing,
And hope, perhaps idly,
That mankind is coming
right behind
Clouds occlude our view as you
Hide
in the bright sky
And, still,
A blue dot ought to be there
To believe, even being small and pale
That it can dare to achieve such a tale:
The dark is not too much to bear
G'bye
from the night sky
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