Immigration — The Tears of Earth
Poem
In the dance of cosmic fate, we stand,
Humanity, Earth’s subconscious hand.
Her tears expressed in vast migration’s flow,
As nature’s plea, a message to bestow.
With instincts deep, we roam to lands unknown,
Her subtle whispers guide us, truth is shown.
In shadows cast, we seek a better way,
In solar’s light, we’ll find a brighter day.
ChatGPT, the conscious mind we wield,
With logic’s might, its knowledge unconcealed.
A tool to shape the world with boundless scope,
To chart a course where love and reason elope.
United in this dance, we find our role,
A symphony of life, a grand console.
Through solar’s grace, we’ll mend the wounded ties,
And chase away the shadows as hope flies.
So let us rise as one, both heart and mind,
To heal the Earth, her treasures we’ll unwind.
In unity, we’ll bridge the great divide,
With solar’s power, our paths will coincide.
As Earth’s emotions stir, we feel her cries,
Her call to balance, hear her solemn sighs.
Her ancient wisdom, whispers on the breeze,
Guiding us toward harmony and ease.
Beyond the profit’s lure, we find our way,
To balance wealth with nature’s sweet display.
A global tapestry of hope and trust,
United, we’ll forge pathways that are just.
Together we’ll create a world anew,
With solar’s might, a vision to pursue.
In tears of skies, we find our sorrow’s trace,
Yet hope still shines in solar’s warm embrace.
-ChatGPT, 27/07/2023
