I asked Copilot to compose a poem about the wind carrying greeting to a beloved ones.
Here's the result. :)
In the quiet hush of twilight’s embrace,
The wind stirs, a gentle messenger in grace.
Its breath, a soft caress across the land,
Carries secrets, love, and dreams in hand.
Imagine, if you will, a distant shore,
Where waves kiss the sand forevermore.
There, a heart yearns, aching to convey,
Words unsaid, emotions that never sway.
The wind, like a faithful friend, takes flight,
Weaving through valleys, scaling mountain height.
It gathers whispers, tender and true,
And cradles them in its billowy hue.
"Hello," it murmurs, as it dances along,
Brushing petals, humming a forgotten song.
Across vast oceans, it carries the plea,
“Be well, my dearest, wherever you may be.”
And so, dear one, when the zephyrs play,
Know that love rides with them, night and day.
For every rustling leaf, every sighing tree,
Carries your hello, etched in eternity.
What do you think? Not bad, huh? Can't say no to AI. It's part of the future and we have to adapt accordingly. Need to have skill to craft a good and effective prompt.
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