In the north, a star shines,

Brighter than the rest,

Within the gloom of darkness,

Leaving the light in jest.

Guiding sailors bold and strong,

Towards the unknown quest,

Of treasure known to no man,

Or of their own bequest.

It sees the tides high and low,

Engulfing some in haste or slow,

The one who lives to see its light,

It gives the hope to row.

It is the star that lived before,

The man who made the mast,

An egalitarian of light and hope,

Till the end will last.

Not the dark seas alone,

It watches over the lands,

Through the curious eyes unknown,

In the far north, it stands.

It has seen the fields of white,

Of green that turned to dust,

The man who shaped the future,

But lost a lot for lust.

Gleaming brightly for mighty those,

Who rise and build from dearth,

The liege of all the senses,

Who put their faith in earth.

Looking down in the hope of great,

As all the worldly shrines,

To bond them all in wisdom,

In the north, a star shines.