In the Shadows of Moonlight: The Mechanical Gardeners

In twilight's hush, when stars alight,
'Midst shadows deep, devoid of sight,
There wanders forth a curious plight,
Robots planting trees at night.

Their metal limbs, like whispers, sway,
Amidst the grove where moonbeams play,
With silent steps, they make their way,
Beneath the stars' ethereal spray.

No human eye beholds this scene,
Where gears and circuits intercede,
In nature's realm, where dreams convene,
Robots sow life with hands unseen.

With every dig, with every seed,
They sow the earth with utmost heed,
Their purpose clear, their task decreed,
To mend the wounds of nature's bleed.

In Poe's dark verse, a tale so stark,
Where shadows lurk and phantoms hark,
Yet here, a twist, a different mark,
Robots tend to nature's spark.

So let them roam when day takes flight,
Amidst the woods in pale moonlight,
For in their care, the future's bright,
Robots planting trees at night.