OpenMeadow

In fields of code where logic flows,
Like honeybees in garden rows,
We craft our functions, sweet and clean,
While nature's patterns guide our screen.

Like git commits sealed in time,
The bees store honey, line by line,
Each hexagon a perfect space,
Like modules stacked with thoughtful grace.

Debug the hive with gentle care,
Like smoke that calms the summer air,
For in this dance of bee and byte,
We find the balance, day and night.