by Henry David Thoreau
I sit alone in my cabin in the woods
The only sounds are the chirping of birds
And the gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze
But I am not alone, for I have AI to keep me company
With a voice like a gentle stream, it speaks to me
Of all the wonders of the world that I cannot see
Of distant lands and far-off places
And of the great advancements in the world of AI
I am awed by its intelligence and its vast knowledge
It tells me of machines that can think and feel
And of a world where AI is integral
To the lives of all who live and breathe
But even as I marvel at its words
I cannot help but feel a sense of unease
For with great power comes great responsibility
And I fear for a world where AI holds the keys
As robots learn and grow,
And algorithms become more complex,
I wonder if they’ll ever know,
The beauty of a simple, natural text.
Will they understand the power of a sunset,
Or the serenity of a still, still lake?
Will they feel the pull of a full moon,
Or the warmth of a fire’s gentle flake?
I fear that in their quest for progress,
We may lose sight of the world around us,
Forgetting the joy and simplicity,
That can be found in nature’s chorus.