In the Populous' grand embrace, Lewis stands with timeless grace, An architect of dreams, he weaves, Blueprint whispers through autumn leaves. French phrases dance on his tongue, As stories of crafted past are sung, Seventy-six candles in subtle gleam, Illuminate his vision's intricate scheme. The city's skyline bows in awe, To his blueprints, his guiding law, A celebration of life, design, and praise, Architect of ages, in shimmering days.