Find no one was ever here before
They plant a flag in the rain soaked earth
And blow their rusting trumpets berth.
The flag blossoms into a tree of advance,
Over hills and valleys they carry their lance.
They must find something to defeat
Or they cannot go back to the shining fleet.
So they look and search the land
Finding something else unplanned:
Something was there before them
Its primal scent searching to condemn.
