The world awakens to day
And the sea retreats in fear,
Warmth comes in the sun's rays
New earth begins to appear.

Under trees that gently hide
A mind is opened wide,
And at its edge, begins to see,
Its new dream: reality.
Within this fated dream of life,
There lies confusion, pain and strife.
But still, the flower blooms with grace,
As if to say, "Behold,
The beauty of this thinking race,
And its stories untold.

Thus, in answer to the Master's call,
The newborn isle stands tall.

The Old World sank beneath the waves, permanently ending service early this Millennium.