And, as light turned to darkness, as opacity claimed the clear seas and made them mountains, a song was given.

[center][b]A future name we number not
'midst voices of the dawning day.
Unmourned decays the fallen tree
And things that Nature casts away.

In storm and light we sing no woe
To things we lose to water's flow.
The tides that pass above will know
That things must die if things must grow.

Times pass, and yet upon this world
We struggle still, and fight, and run.
Mourn not the tree that stands no more
But fading, climb it to the sun.[/b][/center]