Shina Is The Northern Star

Beneath the heavens' endless gleam, Where stars like silver brilliant gleam, She stands, a beauty spun from dream, Her hair a silken thread on high. The moon, in awe, slows in her flight, To touch the waves that seek her name; Each lock of hers, a thread of light, That puts the restless sea to shame. Her voice, as clear as crystal streams, Cuts through the night like melody, A song that stirs the silent beams, And sets her spirit wild and free. The sea that weeps no more, but sings, As Shina glides on waves untamed, Her tears like pearls the ocean brings, To honor her, forever named, Shina is heaven high the northern star.