Today, in the midst of darkness prime,
Is there a single seer in the land,
Who recalls that wondrous time,
When the ocean lords – the lords of the sea,
Came to the earth in dazzling attire,
To preach salvation was at hand.
Long, the chosen lay in wait for the one,
Beloved of Venus, guide to the world,
Who was to come again;
No shadows did they cast,
Nor they nor he – their lord and messiah,
The lord of lords, the keeper of the names.
They were chosen for their valor each,
And, yes, for their love of mankind,
They went out to preach the message,
To all the corners of the globe,
With robes of thunder and of rain;
Of them, such memories one can find!
Upon this day, we pause to think
What fate awaits us, mortal souls
Of flesh and blood, of soil and clay,
When those noble beings with immortal souls –
The enlightened ones of old,
Failed us, as only the gods can.
Who knows, perhaps a seed was planted
Generations ago, that took root,
And with our labor, that shall bear fruit;
Perhaps that was the legacy they chose
To bequeath us, in our youth:
A thousand seeds planted, a thousand trees to be.
