The Symphony of Fireflies: A Nighttime Poem in Code

Poem

The code.crackles, lines of light,
Across the screen, a starry night.
No canvas glows, no brushstrokes dance,
But pixels bloom in vibrant trance.
A million fireflies take flight,
Their sparks of code, a dazzling sight.
Each flickers bright, then fades away,
A transient beauty, born to play.
Their movements weave a silent song,
No melody, yet notes belong.
A symphony of on and off,
A digital ballet, soft and tough.
The programmer, the unseen hand,
Conducts this orchestra unplanned.
With loops and rules, the fireflies flow,
Their programmed dance, a secret show.
But who's to say it's just for screens?
Perhaps this code, in dreams, convenes.
A hidden world, where fireflies bright,
Fill midnight meadows with their light.

So next time you see a starry sky,
Remember code, that firefly sigh.
A world unseen, of digital grace,
Where beauty blooms in its own space.
I hope you enjoyed it.