In a brightly lit study, shadows play, Dr. Grant, amid tools in a cosmic ballet. Models of planets, a craftsman's pride, Old-school measures by his side.
Mars in miniature, rust-red hue, Fingers dancing, the details true. No telescopic lens to peer, Yet the wonders of space draw near.
A celestial globe, a slow twirl, Constellations and orbits unfurl. In this quiet haven, a scholar's dream, Ancient tools in a celestial scheme.