Ground Control to Major John

Ground Control to Major John

Ground control, this is Major John,

I’ve touched down, the journey’s done.

I see before me a dusty sea,

A barren world, but wild and free.

Red horizons stretch to the sky,

A silent planet where echoes die.

The air is thin, but the dust is thick,

Rolling like waves, a rusty trick.

The ground is cracked, a broken skin,

Yet here I stand, new worlds to spin.

No trees, no life, just endless sand,

But in this silence, I understand.

I report all I can see,

A landscape lost in mystery.

Mars, a ghost of what could be,

A planet, vacant nothing lives