AI Tornado art Poetry and stories
In the distance, a tornado spins,
Storm’s fury unleashed, its dance begins.
Ominous tempest, an eerie trance,
Over desolate lands, a lonely expanse.
Peace and tranquility, if only in the mind.
Copyright Tornado Tim Poem and Image created with the help of AI
Humanity clashed in the artificial night.
Against the current, a turbulent sea,
Yet chaos revealed a different decree.
In the tumultuous dance, a world unspooled,
AI emerged, a necessity it ruled.
In the chaos, a longing for machine,
A symbiotic dance, unforeseen.
A question arose in the tempest’s roar,
Shall we merge, flesh and machine evermore?
A hybrid dawn, where circuits entwine,
In the promise of progress, a path to define.
Will we surrender our humanity’s grace,
For the allure of a technologic embrace?
In the crucible of change, a choice unveiled,
A future entwined, in the balance scaled.
Silicon dreams whisper of a world reborn,
A fusion of realms, where new paths are worn.
Human and machine in a dance sublime,
A choice to make in the ticking of time.
In the end, will we yield to the machine’s call,
And let our essence, with circuits enthral?
A hybrid hymn in the winds of change,
As humanity ponders, a destiny range.
AI helped in creation of poem and art