In the Digital Valley, we learn to be, more than profiles, more than feeds; ride the learning waves through information seas, we plant our ideas in the digital domain.
Lucid rivers hum beneath forest hills .
like flying creatures, bright and real,
Where the quiet ones observe-
what’s happening in the world.
progress like sunlight through the seasonal shift,
nature knows the path we take to
keep our earth sustainable
Of vision for us to follow,
and authentic voice we can’t ignure.
In the Digital Valley where the night stays awake,
We build capacity out of signal and stake.
Threads of connection, blue silver lines,
We stitch progress through electric pines.
In the Digital Valley, voices multiply,
info flows under binary sky.
Coffee brews and keyboards knocks,
We send out messages to distant shores.
instance response with amazing speed,
Maps of longing in profile frames.
We learn to speak in typed replies,
And share our ideas with new perspectives.
There’s a hum beneath the humming,
A truth that only silence speaks.
Between the lines of curated longing,
communication happens with -
only a few clicks;
We reach through digital channels to find one another,
Pixel to pixel, idea to idea.
Tell me your thoughts ,
I’ll tell you my ideas,
We’ll bridge gaps between different gaps .
Morning comes with a buffered light,
Pixels dim but the echo stays.
We carry the light of distant stars
And keep the world in our gaze.
In the Digital Valley, we learn to be,
More than profiles, more than feeds.
ride the learning waves through information seas,
We plant our ideas in the digital domain.
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