Triumphant Pilgrims
Reflection
Upon the crimson vessel, they stand tall,
Three figures in unity, a sacred call.
Their robes of orange, a flame that burns,
A journey of faith, where spirits yearn.
The pointed hats, like beacons in the night,
Guide them through the unknown, a sacred flight.
Their hearts marked with red, a symbol of grace,
A testament to their unwavering place.
The sea beneath them, vast and deep,
A mirror of their souls, both bold and steep.
The sky above, a canvas of calm,
Where dreams take flight, and spirits balm.
They are the keepers of ancient lore,
Navigators of the soul's great shore.
Their journey is not just of the sea,
But of the heart, where truth shall be.
Oh, traveler, see yourself in their gaze,
For their path is yours, in your own ways.
Let their courage ignite your own flame,
And let their journey be your own name.
Triumphant pilgrims, they lead the way,
Through the unknown, they pave the way.
For in their journey, we all partake,
In the eternal quest, we all awake.