hello-world
It began with two small words on a screen,
a flicker of life in lines of green—
Hello, World! so simple, yet vast,
the first breath of code, the present meets past.
Outside, the morning hums and stirs,
coffee cools while the city blurs.
We learn, we break, we try again,
like loops repeating, again and again.
Every “error” a quiet friend,
whispering, this is not the end.
Each compile a heartbeat’s start,
each print a pulse from human art.
And maybe life’s just code we write,
debugged by tears, rewritten by light.
Still we type, with wonder curled—
a child, a dreamer—
saying softly: Hello, World.