The young sailor's enthusiasm.

Carried by the westward breeze,

On a sail of crimson, blue and sienna,

Step after step, hand in hand

Into the sinking sun, with the young sailor.

With gaiety and humor,

Animal noises and boisterous laughs.

Funny faces and a hippety hop,

Into the sinking sun, with the young sailor.

Of stories, sailing over the deep blue,

to the legends of sails and souls.

A will to live, to yearn.

Into the sinking sun, with the young sailor.

From curiosity that sparks,

As wild fire it spreads.

Never at rest, at peace.

Torment of knowing new,

what many did ignore.

A myriad of colours,

A carpet of magical hues.

Into the farthest it stretched;

And beckoned ever so strongly.

The young sailor answered

the call of the Sol.

And into its fleeting wake,

Ran, chasing a dream.

Chasing into the bright unknown,

To catch the setting sun.