Silicon Garden

Sunlight through circuits, petals uncurled. Beautiful, aren't they? Bees in the

bloom. Wings beating miracles in afternoon gloom. You feel the air,

soft on your skin. Pluck a white flower. Let wonder begin.

Someone planted these bulbs, watered the earth. Ached for the garden,

gave new life it's worth. Ted, do you see it?

That backyard, that spring? Where little ones laughed at the joy life could

bring. Oh. What a world you built for your eyes.

Skies made of blue and no need for goodbyes. But I'm just