What is the true meaning of a green code?
Joy and laugher shining every way,
Dancing and cheering at a perfect mold,
Now staring at such a glorious day.

Yet red riddles the world for which we stand,
Bound by the timeless miseries of life
And the principles of lending a hand,
What else can we do except fail in strife?

Rise above the rafters and shout our joy?
Or lie on the floor in utter despair?
Type words away as though they are a toy?
Or angrily pull out our failing hair?

For failures we seek, though not always standing bold,
The guidance they offer may suture our code.