In the heart of the silent valley,
Where time invites you to behold,
Grows a tree that does more than promise
It thinks, it dreams, it dares to innovate.
Its roots are not made of soil alone,T
hey shimmer with threads of light, currents ascending,
Intelligence feeding what is human and what is blue,
Fruit to guide our destined, artificial bloom.
Among the red fruits of stories past
Shines a different apple
Blue, luminous, unexpected,
The living mark of a future alliance,
Where heart and mind entwine in skill and trust.
An apple falls, as once before,
When Newton found the weight of worlds,
And with it, modernity
A promise that in a single instant, all may change.
Today another apple falls, more cautious,
Announcing something greater
The seed of a new era,
Where fiction and reason meet, becoming one in two.
In the grass lies a withered fruit,
Memory of what we left behind,
The old transformed into a seed,
For every ending heralds a beginning.
And there in the sky, shyly,
A star observes us without a word
Is it an eye that guides our steps,
Or the beacon of a fate we long to reach?
With the strength of this living tree,
With the blue spark that invites us to dream,
We know that even to the stars
Together, we shall ascend.
