– A Shakespeare Style Poem
Ode to the humble Bluetooth Beacon, I sing,
A technological marvel, a silent king.
Like Puck, it roams the realm, unseen,
Guiding devices in a world so keen.
Invisible waves dance through the air,
Carrying signals with utmost care.
A beacon’s pulse, a digital cry,
Connecting worlds, both low and high.
Oh, tiny beacon, ever vigilant and true,
Your signal spreads, an enchanting hue.
With each transmission, a beacon’s call,
Devices answer, one and all.
In bustling cities, where buildings rise,
The beacon’s guidance reaches the skies.
Through crowded streets and neon lights,
It guides lost souls on their endless flights.
In quiet forests, where nature thrives,
A beacon’s pulse guides wanderers’ lives.
Amidst towering trees and babbling streams,
It illuminates paths, fulfilling dreams.
From busy homes to tranquil shores,
The beacon’s magic reaches all outdoors.
It unlocks doors, it lights the way,
Enabling connections, every day.
But like the Bard’s tales of love and woe,
A beacon’s power has its ebb and flow.
Interference and obstacles in its wake,
Yet steadfastly, it strives to make.
So let us raise a toast to the beacon’s might,
A wireless guide, a beacon of light.
In Shakespeare’s realm, you would reside,
A wondrous invention, our modern guide.
Living in the steel jungle, we need timely relaxation, so that the soul can breathe.
