#WritcoPoemPrompt45

In the hush of the dawn, with fingers still numb,
A final click seals a victory won.
Lines of code, once a tangled maze,
Now sing in crisp symphonies of praise.

A brushstroke bold, a final sigh,
The canvas whispers, "Let there be light!"
No longer a sketch in the artist's mind,
A world unveiled, beauty entwined.

From to-do's tamed, a chorus rings,
Each...