May lazy lakes and hazy afternoons
henceforth be province dedicate to one
whose inspiration conjures timeless tunes,
without whose presence poetry falls dumb.
Without one presence undeciphered runes
would stay, Norms, Muses cut from precious weave,
without sun's essence slippered pantaloons
would, peace withheld, strive restless seeking Eve.
Spray waterfalls cascading, silver pools,
with Nature's jewels begarlandèd shine through
all screens as scenes intemporal no tools
can calibrate, sign fine eyes star-shine spew.
No engineers, technology endowed,
could raise on Earth such simple beauty rare,
could store such info-echo in 'the cloud'
nor sets design that drawing-boards prepare.
Technology sets self-assembling sights
on silicine, on graphane, bonding gold,
these dross appear compared to one whose lights
delight beyond all poets' pens have told.
To raise false praise or expectations here
would crime commit, unpardonable sin,
let reader judge by all our earth holds dear
if treason or love’s reason lies within.
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