Skylines hum in tempered hue
Metal breathes in morning dew
Progress hums through veins of glass
Dreams reflected as they pass
Machines obey the moral code
Wisdom walks the digital road
Purpose leads the hand of skill
Power bends to human will
No desire for vain control
Only balance guides the soul
Strength becomes a quiet art
Industry with beating heart
Canada gleams through grace and gear
Future built without a spear