A thunderhead of doom enshrouds The faraway land they left behind On ships, prepared and set To roam, unknowing what they'll find
Through currents of mystery Hegira to relieve their plight Every span they travel Holding hands with lonely starlight
The youthful and seasoned émigrés In vessels constructed with great skill Geometric rigor to secure A promise and purpose which they all would fulfill
In three fleets of seven, while Tethered to each other tight Any turn they travel Guided on by lonely starlight
Home was laid to waste Dissension and decay Looking to survive They chose to sail away
Scoping panoramic visual field Hoping beneficial clues will be revealed Seeking destination suitably fit To accommodate them, and, as luck would have it,
A pathway to navigate Coordinates: thirteen-eight
Doubtful and unsure What more can they endure? Will the choice they make Prove to be a big mistake?
Time is now at hand With tension at a peak Does this course provide The harbor that they seek?
Then, obstacles cleared reveal A welcome and heavenly sight Full of hope they travel Led to it by lonely starlight
A sphere bathed in blue and green With water and air so clean Extending a hand in glee They reach for their destiny