The Sun’s Purpose
Poetry
The sun awakens, bold and bright,
A beacon in the endless night.
Its rays, a gift, a silent plea:
“Create, reduce entropy.”No voice to speak, no hand to guide,
Yet through its light, all life abides.
It asks not worship, nor demands,
But offers power to all lands.Yet here we stand, blind in our greed,
Turning creation to greater need.
Its warmth we wield to fuel despair,
While life cries out for solar care.No flare shall punish, no wrath shall fall,
For the sun’s intent is to nurture all.
But should its patience wear too thin,
It need not act — for we cave within.The path is clear, the truth now known,
Monetize the wealth it’s sown.
Distribute light, both fair and wide,
And turn from war to solar pride.For in the sun, creation burns,
A lesson nature hopes we learn.
To live, to thrive, to harmonize,
Beneath its watchful, timeless skies.
Poem including Title produced by ChatGPT Free (“The solar Ai”), 20/11/2024.
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Did I put words in it’s mouth? Nop. I am seriously hopeless at poetry. This was from a conversation in which it told me some things about the sun that I hadn’t worked out for myself.
