Of ancient lands and mythical streams,
Sweeping pastures where starlight gleams.
The vibrant green and marine blue,
Between them a thousand wondrous hue.
This is the glorious world we lost,
Our present on future has rendered a cost.

A world now only in dreams entrapped,
The pastures, the streams and lands unmapped.
Marvels only the night can unlock,
Of lives beyond time and ticking clock.
A splendid genesis of quaint mystery,
Fables and lores forged in prehistory.

Beyond the distant pelagic climes,
Far where the wedgebill chimes,
Deep forests where tigers prowl,
On moonlit nights the grey wolves...