The Explorer

The virgin forest stands on fertile earth,
Calling men forth to claim their prize,
Ignoring their shouts, he laughs at their fears,
He knows what he sees with his eyes.

The earth is flat, the crowd cries out in glee,
You’re doomed from the day you sail,
You’ll sail for days until you reach the edge,
And drop into the depths of Hell.

Knowing nothing but the truth which he sees,
He sails for that distant land,
Follows only his dream and his vision,
The Explorer–tribute to Man.

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