Automata
In the ancient lands where myths were created,
Where mortal spirits ran as one,
A dream was born, both brilliant and daring,
To create machines of unheard-of power.
In the sands of Egypt, where secrets crawl,
The first automatons began to leap,
With gears and levers, simple and grand,
They danced to life by the hand of man.
In Greece, where Daedalus told his story,
Statues that move, where none could fail,
In the forge of Hephaestus, with fire blazing,
Creations arose, in wondrous ways.
The Middle Ages, dark and deep,
The dream, the vision to be preserved,
In monasteries, quick-witted monks
made clocks whose ticking was punctuated by brilliance.
The Renaissance, a beacon of light,
Brought wonders, a dazzling spectacle,
Leonardo’s genius took flight,
Conceiving machines that soared to the heights.
In the courts of kings, where riches danced,
Automata adorned and strutted,
Mechanical birds that sang softly,
Knights in armour, with the tinkle.
The age of steam, with its roaring power,
Gave birth to machines that burned so hot,
Engines screamed and pistons throbbed,
Knowledge seized, while dreams resounded.
The call of the industrial revolution,
Factories rise, empires fall,
Machines of steel, iron and flame,
Unashamedly gave life to automatons.
In modern kingdoms, with brilliant designs,
Robots appeared, designed by minds,
with a silicon core and the embrace of code,
They moved with a grace that time could not erase.
From ancient myths to glimmers of the future,
Automata pursue the life they dream of,
In metal, wood and interwoven wires,
A testament to the human spirit.
These marvelous things have stood the test of time,
From simple gears to complex springs,
A long journey, a story so grand,
For automatons, by the hand of man.
