The Martian water

In an age committed

To petty conquest, so we

Who dream among stars are captive

Bound by the gravity of greed.

But knowledge grows

The need to be what we might

And the sight of the Red Planet so near

In bright summer night, we feel we might

Reach out and touch it

In time, we discover that in the great out-there

are the things that create life; this red dust world

has a history rife with mystery. Signs of watery worlds
once, and what used to be

Still might, be hidden beneath eons and red dust.

Ohh, the ache in the soul, the explorer’s breath

Rises from within, the need to be there

It rises without fault, and conscience suffers too

An unquenchable urge to touch…

The Martian water.