Tortured Muse

This is how ChatGPT improved my “How it Should Be” poem:

“In sunlit splendor, the glistening beams unfold,
Upon the darning needle’s wings, a rainbow’s tale is told.
It weaves and darts through verdant realms, a lively dance it leads,
In gardens lush, where summer’s breath awakens slumbering seeds.

From Earth’s embrace, the richness flows, with life in every hue,
A loamy quilt, a canvas where creation starts anew.
In solitude, does nature sing, a melody so grand,
A symphony of balance, grace, harmonious and planned.

Each note composes tender arcs, with breezes intertwined,
A testament to life’s sweet gift, the wonder we must find.
Amidst the woods and gardens green, we find our solace true,
Nestled in the world’s embrace, a haven to renew.

In this realm, we name it so, “How It Should Be” it stands,
A symphony of life, a song, we’re humbled by its hands.”

Pretty wild that an AI can do this and in mere seconds.