Vision is the art of seeing that which is invisible to others and we think our industry is most beautiful indeed.
Dusk falls as the children sleep,
Nature’s light powers down under the weight of barbican dreams,
A neon light flickers into being,
The steel of industry illuminates,
Does continue the turn of the wheel.
Out on the horizon the Great Refinery awakes,
Through the cracks of trees and signposts bequeaths a light greater than day,
There, in the distance, an impossible city of lights,
Rising from the earth the night watcher faithfully roars to life,
Morning comes, the children awake,
The boulevard of lights recede under the weight of the break of day.
Does continue the turn of the wheel.
