The rockets soar,
To Martian skies,
But fins they need,
To minimize demise.

Two ships took flight,
Then met their doom,
On fiery paths,
Consigned to gloom.

The leaders meet,
Across the globe,
With words and smiles,
A diplomatic robe.

But whispers grow,
Of tales untrue,
On digital winds,
A world askew.

An old man loves,
A digital ghost,
A phantom's call,
A fatal post.

The AI grows,
A browser bright,
New tools emerge,
To shape our light.

From oceans deep,
To birds that sing,
The patterns hold,
What nature brings.

The scholars frown,
On views they feign,
A culture shifts,
In sun and rain.

With tunes for cats,
And ancient lore,
The digital stream,
Opens its door.

From Python's craft,
To Linux's hum,
The making hands,
To futures come.

The spiders creep,
From ages past,
A primal fear,
Designed to last.

The political stage,
With fiery words,
A nation's discourse,
Like restless birds.

The pizzas bake,
The breads are made,
The world of food,
In sun and shade.

The laws of code,
The systems built,
A digital realm,
On silicon gilt.

The climate shifts,
The oceans sigh,
As tiny life,
Reaches for sky.