Digital Gaia

In the heart of a city, where steel and stone prevail, A figure emerges, a fusion of earth and machine's tale. A woman, crafted from the very trees that surround, Her body a latticework of wires, circuits profound. The trees, they whisper secrets, as their branches entwine, With the metal limbs of this being, so divine. The city's pulse beats strong, a rhythm so bright, As the figure stands, a guardian of day and night. In her eyes, a glow, a light that shines so bold, A symbol of hope, in a world that's grown cold. The code that flows, like sap through her veins, A language that speaks, of life and its refrains. She is the bridge, between the natural and the made, A harmony of contrasts, in a world that's not yet played. In her presence, we find peace, a sense of what's to come, A future where technology and nature are as one.