Song Of Code Farmers Poem by Goof Egg

Song of Code farmers
goofegg

What magical hands were they
Plucking at the strings of the world
That crackling keyboard
Making the music they play
It sounds very common
In the continuous deep stretching
With their imaginations wide open
Echoing the emptiness of the world
When you and I are asleep
Their will is still floating
The scattered threads of silk were tangled
Stroke and permeate the quiet prosperity
They were thoughtful and tender
The company of our dreams
Until we slowly wake up again
The warmth that continues to greet us
Sometimes they are driven by strong will
Lift us up into the sky
To Mars and beyond
Their will extends and diffuses
They can go out to infinity
The will can also dive inward
The genetics and code of all creatures
They just need to move their fingers
God is also the greatest coder
It is also writing our lives
May 2,2022