For us LTH's1 Jul 2025 08:57
Twelve winters passed, and summers too,
Beneath a sky both gray and blue.
We watched the tide, we watched the chart,
With patient hope and restless heart.
A whisper once, a fuel reborn,
A cleaner dawn, a brighter morn.
Quadrise rose with future’s fire—
Emulsion dreams that won’t expire.
The boardrooms echoed cautious praise,
While markets danced in drifting haze.
Each year we said, “It’s nearly here,”
Yet drank another pint of cheer.
The trials ran, the engines roared,
Approvals filed, investors floored.
Still came delays with bureaucrats,
And oilmen in their gilded hats.
But faith is forged where time is slow,
And seeds take root before they grow.
Twelve years of charts and RNS,
Of bullish tweets and second guess.
We watched the ships and soot decline,
While fuel was stirred, refined, aligned.
We knew the world would come to see—
The cleaner way was meant to be.
Now on the cusp, the ink is near,
The signatures we longed to hear.
Not just a test, but deals that bind,
Commercial gold, at last defined.
Twelve years have honed the patient few,
Who dared to wait, who dared the view.
Now watch us rise, flame without smoke—
A dream delayed, no longer joke.
So here's to grit, to vision's call,
To those who stood through every stall.
The wait was long—but now it’s clear:
The age of Quadrise starts this year.