The sun spills gold across the restless tide,
A fire that never fades, never dies.
It warms the hands that dream, the minds that build,
A beacon of hope in endless skies.

Satellites whisper secrets to the stars,
Tracing the echoes of all we seek.
Beneath their watch, reactors hum with life,
Turning old dreams into futures unique.

Humanity moves like an untamed wave,
A pulse that carves both earth and sky.
We rise, we fall, we build anew—
Refusing to let the fire die.

And when the sun sinks into sleeping seas,
Know it will burn again at dawn,
A testament to all we are,
A promise that we carry on.