Today the red planet will welcome the unmanned crafts
From down below the earth
There is nothing as below or above in space
In timeless, the waiting could have been millions of seconds.

Is there any trace of ice, trace of some water?
Spirit and opportunity trying to find
Were the Mars men indeed martial?
Or the men from the earth always invite the violence.

May be they were peace loving
Not like us who will one day turn the universe into his battlefield
Moon is mine, Some one will say
Stepped on Mars
Thus Mars too is mine.

Is the creator indeed such a fool
Threw the universe for few men’s selfish needs?

Still man’s quest never ends
Through the fierce dust wind
Spirit looks for more opportunities
Through the stubborn time
In infinite space
He stamps his feet.
In the limitless frontier
He opens the door.

In the vastness of space
He expands his wings.
In the final frontier
He refuses to die.