Eyes raised to the higher ground, filled with tears in the rain The World has washed a surface clean and voices cry out of loss and pain The water fills the air, Becomes the water that lifts the soil Man slides into the Past on a last roar of passion…terraformed The Tropic of Capricorn, a line on the globe, A marker on a fluid changing floor A seascape flood of primal nature, Joining with the power of the downward skies We cannot stand, we can but fall, We sow as we reap, safe behind our walls Our Domicile was but a dream, Awakened now amidst the screaming : The Southern Waves arise to forge the child, Once held in Pangea's arms The Southern waves with Gaia's voice, Reshape the land, reshape our World