As you embark on your voyage,
on a winged plane, soaring to the skies,
we soon shall become a speck for you
and this land, canvas smeared with different hue.
New horizon, ye shall rise to morrow,
marking an onset of a new tryst with destiny.
In every predicament thou may ought to face,
Remember the gospel 'Life is no mere horse race'.
Thy footprint has crossed the great Atlantic,
thrive till the end, for ye shall leave the print for long.
Let your charm and coy nature serve
as a frontage for your innate vigor and verve.