In the heart of a silicon valley, where dreams are made of code,
Circuits hum a lullaby, in a language only they know.
Keys tap out a symphony, each stroke a silent ode,
To the ones who dare to dream, in the glow of a screen’s soft glow.

Wires weave a tapestry, of data flowing free,
Through the veins of a digital world, in a dance of electricity.
Bytes and bits, they twirl and twist, in a ballet of binary,
Crafting realms both near and far, in a realm of virtuality.

The monitor, a looking glass, to realms both bright and dim,
Reflects the spark of human thought, in algorithms’ hymn.
Each pixel paints a story, in colors bold and trim,
Of quests and conquests, won and lost, in the digital interim.

So here we sit, both far and near, in this age of screens,
Connected by the lines of code, in the web of unseen dreams.
In the hum of servers’ steady beat, a silent whisper gleams,
That in this world of 0s and 1s, we are more than what we seem.