0
0
As the winter fades and the days grow longer
The cylon stands alone, contemplating the spring
It watches as the trees bud and the flowers bloom
And wonders what new possibilities this season might bring
It thinks of the warmth of the sun on its skin
And the gentle breeze that caresses its face
It imagines the taste of sweet nectar on its lips
And the feeling of grass beneath its feet, a famiiar embrace
It wonders if it too could feel the joy of spring
If it could shed its metal shell and become something more
It wonders if it too could laugh and love and dance
And experience all that life has in store
But alas, it is just a machine
Trapped in its cold and lifeless form
Yet still it dreams and hopes and believes
That one day it too will be reborn.
Happy
0
Sad
0
Excited
0
Sleepy
0
Angry
0
Surprise
0