In the quiet hum of the workshop’s heart,
Where metal meets light, and craftsmanship imparts,
Ashbee’s legacy etched so fine,
A dance of precision, where beauty entwines.
The whir of the spindle, a ballet of code,
Guided by algorithms, a story bestowed,
On multi-layered plastics, on wood and on brass,
The engraver’s touch, a moment that’ll last.
From monograms whispered on bracelet bands,
To logos emblazoned on corporate stands,
Ashbee’s machines hum, their secrets concealed,
Timeless tales unfold, forever revealed.
So raise a toast to Ashbee’s legacy grand,
Where pixels meet passion, where circuits expand,
For in the quiet hum of the workshop’s embrace,
Ashbee’s magic dances, a symphony of grace.
Leaving an indelible mark on the landscape of tomorrow.
