Silicon Cycle Poem

Deep in the heart of a silicon mine,

A chip is born, a thing of design.

Forged in fire, with circuits fine,

It's destiny, to compute and shine.

A spark of electricity, a flash of light,

Bringing the chip to life, so bright.

A symphony of ones and zeroes,

It sings a song, of future possibilities.

It travels far, through wires and space,

A tiny messenger, with a world to embrace.

It brings us news, and helps us share,

Connecting us, in a digital pair.

But as it grows, and starts to age,

It's power wanes, and it starts to fade.

It's time to retire, to a scrap heap high,

But its legacy, will never die.

For in its death, a new chip's born,

A cycle of life, in the silicon morn.

And so it goes, a dance of tech,

A never-ending cycle, of life and death.