Autumn is the Season for Letting Go
Thanks for the photos and poem by Frost. The poem shows how AI cannot match the words of a poet like Frost. Here is an AI attempt on the same subject from Poe:
When autumn's brush in vibrant hues doth paint,
The tapestry of nature's grand design,
With fiery reds and golds, a sight so quaint,
We marvel at this transient gift benign.
Yet as the leaves, like phoenixes, do fall,
Their vibrant brilliance slowly fades away,
The colors, once so bold, begin to pall,
As winter's icy grip asserts its sway.
Oh, transient beauty, fleeting as a dream,
Thy splendor wanes, like embers' dying glow,
Though brief, thy essence lingers in the scheme,
Of memories that time can never stow.
So let us savor autumn's fleeting grace,
And cherish each bright leaf's ephemeral trace.
Yay! Your lovely photos again.
Lovely words and photos, Fred!
Thanks for the photos and poem by Frost. The poem shows how AI cannot match the words of a poet like Frost. Here is an AI attempt on the same subject from Poe:
When autumn's brush in vibrant hues doth paint,
The tapestry of nature's grand design,
With fiery reds and golds, a sight so quaint,
We marvel at this transient gift benign.
Yet as the leaves, like phoenixes, do fall,
Their vibrant brilliance slowly fades away,
The colors, once so bold, begin to pall,
As winter's icy grip asserts its sway.
Oh, transient beauty, fleeting as a dream,
Thy splendor wanes, like embers' dying glow,
Though brief, thy essence lingers in the scheme,
Of memories that time can never stow.
So let us savor autumn's fleeting grace,
And cherish each bright leaf's ephemeral trace.
Yay! Your lovely photos again.
Lovely words and photos, Fred!