Poetry for Engineers: Of Code and Shortleaf Pine

<img src="https://spectrum.ieee.org/media-library/abstract-illustration-showing-two-beams-of-soft-pink-light-swimming-amidst-rows-of-dark-green-columns-patterned-like-wood-grain.png?id=68487080&width=1245&height=700&coordinates=0%2C108%2C0%2C108"/><br/><br/><p>I step into the warm moist air<br/><span>among the columns of the pines,<br/></span><span>their net of twigs and roots<br/></span><span>complex as any lines of code.</span></p><p>The trees purify and anchor.<br/><span>Their branches balance my restlessness.</span></p><p>Their calling is to be present,<br/><span>mine to develop apps. Our tasks<br/></span><span>verge toward a common logic:<br/></span><span>living filaments of root, of interface. </span></p>