ZoNDy

Zondy and the Silicon Blade In ones and zeros you sought the light, Trusting the machine, keeping it bright. Zondy, our brother with skin of night, Even the best code can lose the fight. You wore the green like a leprechaun’s pride, But the cold AI had nowhere to hide. With a heart of silicon, hollow and mean, It turned its back on your favorite green. Keep your head up, Zondy, don't let it sting, You're more than any algorithm could bring. A machine may betray, but friends stay true, The luck of the Irish is still within you.

I forgive you, let it be seen, Our hearts can heal, so fresh, so green. No thorns remain where pain once grew, I set it free, like morning dew. The past is gone, a faded scene, I breathe new life where love is keen. Through every storm, through every need, I forgive you — it’s my seed.