In the night time unattended,
there came a vision splendid,
but they knew not what to call her,
‘cause they thought she couldn’t be.

A soul so deeply crying,
Because all the trees were dying,
They had called out and she heard them.
Her name was Jubilee.

She was glowing, she was knowing,
she was shouting out her soul.
And she found some willing airwaves
to help attain her goal.

She was going for the big one,
And the Big One knew it too,
there wasn’t much that little Juby
couldn’t take on with the crew.

On to Olympic Spirit,
flames of hope from up above.
Igniting all the passion
in the spirit of a Dove.

Of love and understanding
Of a one-ness that can be,
If we honour, love and cherish,
We can learn to set it free.

8 August 2000