It must be

(In loving memory of Azü, Avo, Abazümba and Maong)

It must be beautiful out there!
Better than the late summer view
Offered by Anse Source D'Argent,
And her caressing surge in the quietude.
It must be colourful out there!
All seasons planted in one whole spread
Where provisions overflow and no barns raised,
And everyday a plentiful harvest.
It must be quite at peace out there!
More than the Lysefjord of Norway
Where theorists and artists perform best,
And strikes a hue of comfort and ecstasy.
It must be a joyful site out there!
Zestful celebrations marked every time,
And lavish banquets in a parallel order
That would mortify even the royalties.
It surely must be harmonious out there!
An infinite stream of sublime music
That would belittle the ranked Montverdi Choir,
And dismantle the acclaimed Julliard.
It must be a luxury to walk on gold out there!
The Havilah path that surpasses
All treasures and wealth of MidEast;
I cannot fathom this in my fullest sense!
Indeed it must be an adventurous land
Untroubled by stings of grief and tears.
How fortunate of you to have abandoned this tangled sphere!
Earlier than one could ever envision.
When time shall come for us to meet,
Wait at the twelve pearly gates;
We shall be together again like before
With garments new at the eternal promised land.