In the heart of nature’s grand design,
Lies a wisdom, ancient and divine.
From the whispering winds to the ocean’s tide,
Intelligence in every leaf, every stride.

Mountains stand tall, with secrets they keep,
Rivers carve paths, through valleys they sweep.
Nature adapts, evolves with grace,
A dance of life, in every place.

Artificial minds, we now create,
Learning from nature, we innovate.
Algorithms mimic the patterns we see,
In forests, in skies, in the deep blue sea.

Neural networks, like roots, they spread,
Seeking knowledge, where data is fed.
Machines now learn, adapt and grow,
Reflecting the intelligence nature bestows.

Yet, as we build this digital mind,
Let us remember to be kind.
For in nature’s wisdom, we find our guide,
To create with care, and not with pride.

Nature’s intelligence, a timeless art,
Guides our journey, as we start.
In every code, in every line,
Nature’s wisdom, forever shines.

Their eyes ignite
With every word,
Each gesture met,
Each story heard.
They lean in close,
They catch each breath,
Captivated between
Each life and death.

Like sunflowers tracking
The morning light,
They watch and follow,
The characters plight.
No greater gift
Could the heavens send
Than souls who yearn
To comprehend.

©️Lizzie Bevis

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A hand must wield the weighty might of the pen,  
Crimson cascades forth, each a drop of words,  
In this rhythm and rhyme – all that is given then  
The poet does not summon muses from memory,
Rather, the fingers recall the melodies of their chords.  

To grasp the myriad truths said; there lies a handful,  
A place of dreams, love, and the echoes of pulses to a life-  
A mind a citadel, imprisoning thoughts so dreadful,
The heart, a slender arrow, sharp and precise, seeks
To carve its mark as keen as a knife.  

The body, is only but this bag of flesh, it cradles bones,
All desires, chaotic emotions, and endless sensations.  
A soul, mere fragments of timeless dust, the fabric of stars.  
To exist as the poet, is battling every fragment of self,
While constantly wrestling with their own creations,  
My art embodies beauty, longing, loss, triumph, anguish,
And the masterpiece forged from my many scars.