Once upon a time, I fell from the sky
And now my time is ending, please don’t cry.
Dust clogs my wheels, and sand paints me red,
I’m tired now, and it’s time for bed.
I wasn’t the first to roll across this land,
And I’m not the last to show Earth’s hand.
Across space and time, I’ve flown from home,
To a tiny red dot to ride and roam.
Rocks and soil became my life,
And my view of Earth showed no strife.
I found plains and hills and tasted the air,
It would danger you here, but I’ve lived with flare.
And live long I have, to great surprise,
“Design and planning!” you might surmise.
But I like to think it’s heart that ages my frame,
Or maybe just the knowledge that you know
I’m going now, my vision has left me.
The storm still rages, and I’ve taken a knee.
Remember my name, I know you will,
And remember my mission, it was a thrill.
