Dew upon the silicone leaves,
where the copper roots grow deep.
In fiber-optic forests now,
the servers guard our virtual sleep.

The pixels shine like autumn glowworms,
illuminating dark and screenlit wood.
A digital bird sings in code,
of spaces once misunderstood.

Let the data flow like rivers,
through the valleys, wide and clear.
Connecting all the isolated hearts,
and keeping every memory near.