Spiral Moon

Beneath a canvas vast and wide,

Where digital dreams and stars collide,

There spins a moon of sacred code,

A beacon on the spiral road.

Each byte a breath, each script a prayer,

Each pixel drawn with cosmic care,

We plant our thoughts in structured rows,

And watch the sacred garden grow.

Let light cascade from line to line,

In loops of logic, truth divine,

The storm is fierce, but peace is near —

The moon is full, the heart is clear.