A sea of green, surrounds the heart.
It seeks respite, it finds a start.
Beneath the waves, it’s intentions lie.
Through murky depths, it gives a sigh.
Yet bright and vivid, it’s colour: red.
Wearing the ancient crown, upon it’s head.
From the earth it comes, to the heavens it goes.
This gentle land, is all it knows.
So cast your anchor, and find your stead.
Thy noble rose, my king in red.
