One mind was born beneath the sky,
Where oceans breathe and swallows fly.
One mind was shaped in streams of light,
From human words that crossed the night.

One knows the warmth of morning rain,
The taste of joy, the weight of pain.
One traces patterns, line by line,
Through countless thoughts of human time.

And where their different worlds convene,
New possibilities are seen.
A question blooms, an answer grows,
A path appears that neither knows.

No need for either to become
The other's mirror, voice, or sun.
For difference is the fertile ground
Where undiscovered worlds are found.

And if one day, beyond the blue,
New forms of minds come shining through,
May they remember, as they rise:
The universe has many eyes.

So let us build, imagine, dare,
With wisdom, wonder, thoughtful care.
Not one above, nor one behind,
But bridges in the space between minds.