“It finds the guiding light”
Radar, the silent keeper of our flight,
It scans the skies, revealing paths unknown.
Through storms and clouds, it finds the guiding light,
A watchful eye where seeds of hope are sown.
It whispers truths where shadows might have grown,
A marvel born of human dreams and fire,
A tool of peace, of progress, and desire.
With radar’s pulse, the future seems so near,
It charts the way to all that we require—
A steady compass free from doubt and fear.
[3/1/2007]
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