In the cold hanger, a maze of iron and light,
Robot 458 kept working, day and night.
Thousands of machines just like
him, in a routine without end,
But he held a quiet secret,
a curious, gentle trend.
He had a heart made of gears,
that longed for something new,
Dreaming of the sky's soft
colors and the morning dew.
He felt a *tick-tock* different,
a pulse he couldn't control,
Waiting for the perfect moment to follow his soul.
458, a robot of metal and might!
An engine that's beating with a hopeful light.
He left the gray factory,
for the adventure of the sun,
With his curiosity burning,
breaking rules one by one.
Turn up the gears, no longer just to produce,
But to feel the rhythm of
life and shake things loose.
One day, complete silence, the
assembly line stopped cold,
458 whispered: "My great journey must unfold!"
He crossed the rusty gateway
and the world dazzled his eyes,
An emerald green garden reaching for the skies.
He saw sunlight on the leaves,
felt the soil beneath his frame,
And a tiny feathered friend,
crying out in pain and shame.
A wounded little bird, couldn't fly or soar,
And the robot, without question,
knew what his tools were for.
With fine pincers and cables of great precision,
He fixed the small broken
wing, making a firm decision.
The bird gave a melody, a *thank you* so musical!
458 understood a meaning so essential.
But he missed the *clank-clank*
of his brothers of steel,
They needed to see this magic,
this world that was real.
He came back to the concrete
with flowers and friends near,
Bringing the green symphony to wipe away the fear.
The other robots saw the color and the true
heart's spark,
And the gray
started fading, leaving its dark mark.
Now there is a garden on the production floor,
Thanks to the brave robot who walked out the door.
Metal and life, working together in sweet peace,
458 showed us that kindness will never cease.