#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 checkmark a melody that clings.
The mundane dance, once a heavy chore,
Transformed to steps on a joyful floor.

The weight of hours, lifted and light,
Exhilaration takes flight.
A project complete, a mountain scaled,
And in its wake, a story exhaled.

For in the hush of the done, we hear,
The whispers of what might appear.
New dreams ignite, possibilities bloom,
Fueled by the embers of conquered gloom.

So let us raise a toast to the tasks we slay,
The lines we code, the colors we spray.
For in the closing of each chapter's end,
A fresh new verse, just waits to transcend.

© wilvi