Dedicated to the
Romanian students, the perennial winners of the International
I long to see the planet through your eyes
Which both to fathom and to love have learned
Using the steady compass of the wise.
For your sharp glance, that leaves no stone unturned
For truth and beauty, nothing is too deep
Nor far too lofty; nothing awed nor spurned.
If a volcano rises from its sleep
Or unknown riches hide into the sea
The fruit of Terra’s toils is yours to reap.
You’re drawing maps with care, for minds to see.
And, even as your dreams reach for the skies,
You also sketch the earth which is to be.
I long to see the planet through your eyes.
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