In a world of pixels, binary, and code,
A garden blooms, a masterpiece to behold.
A place where glitches rule and perfection's banned,
Where every bug is a new beauty planned.
In fields of green, red, yellow, and blue,
The flowers grow, each one unique and true.
They flicker, dance, and change with ease,
A never-ending cycle of digital breeze.
In the heart of this garden, so strange and so fair,
A tree stands tall, the guardians of the glitch repair.
Its branches reach out, a symbol of might,
Its leaves of bits and bytes, shining in the light.
And so this garden thrives, a haven in the screen,
A place where technology and nature intertwine and dream.
For in this glitch garden, beauty is r...