Member Poem

In circuits bright where codes entwine,
An AI hums, a spark divine.
With art and text, it shapes with ease,
A tool of mind, a brush, a breeze.

From pixel’s glow to words refined,
It mirrors thought, yet undefined.
Yet wisdom’s touch, a guiding hand,
Still shapes the dreams at its command.

So wield it well, let ideas flow,
But know the spark is yours to show.
For AI aids, but cannot be,
The soul behind creativity.