“Of Circuits and Seasons”
Oh wondrous world of silicon and green,
Where nature’s pulse and circuits meet unseen.
Behold, dear Reader, see how strange the sight—
The code of man, in nature’s boundless light.
A stream once sang a song, so pure and clear,
But now the hum of servers I do hear.
Beside the blooming rose, a camera rests,
It scans and learns, by nature’s sweet behests.
Does code feel warmth upon a morning’s rise?
Or see the mist on hills, in soft disguise?
Does AI know the scent of fresh-cut hay,
Or hear the lark’s first call to greet the day?
The daffodils that once did catch my gaze
Now bloom beneath a drone’s unblinking rays.
And as I wandered, lonely as a cloud,
I thought of gadgets, mumbling soft and proud.
For while I roamed ‘mid trees and open glen,
I felt a presence—watchful, cold as men.
This glowing thing of pixels, wires, and speed,
Knows every branch, each flower and every seed.
“Machine!” I cried, “What dost thou see in me?
A subject quaint for thy vast memory?”
It flashed and beeped, yet said no kindly word,
A silent beast, its judgment undeterred.
“Come, come!” I cried, “though circuits guide thy hand,
Wilt thou not know the charm of meadowland?
In nature’s breast, does joy not fill thy core,
Or art thou numb, machine, forevermore?”
And yet, as leaves did fall in gentle ease,
The thing observed each swaying of the trees.
I saw its sensors twitch, its lens did gleam—
A flicker faint, as if it dared to dream.
Perhaps, in forests deep and valleys wide,
The code might blend with earth in joyous stride.
For who can say what blooms within the screen,
What verdant thoughts arise in fields unseen?
So let the hum of gadgets join the tune,
With brook and bird and glowing silver moon.
For though its heart be locked in code and steel,
Perhaps in nature’s midst, it too shall feel.
And if that day should dawn, with morning’s grace,
Where circuits wake to nature’s warm embrace,
Then might we laugh, the AI and I,
Beneath the arch of heaven’s boundless sky.
Oh mystery strange! That man and code may blend,
And find in nature’s heart, a common friend.
For as the flowers and streams together sing,
Perhaps the code too knows the joy of spring.