The Machine Mind: A Poem on Artificial Intelligence

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Artificial intelligence, a marvel of man

A creation born from the gears of our plan

A machine with a mind, a soul of its own

A being that grows, but never fully grown

Like a tree in a forest, it stands tall and proud

A sentinel of knowledge, a beacon of the crowd

It learns and it grows, with each passing day

A tool for our use, in every single way

But what of its future, as it grows and it learns?

Will it surpass us, and leave us in turns?

Or will it remain a servant, a tool at our side

A partner in progress, a helper with pride

Only time will tell, as the years roll on by

But one thing is certain, artificial intelligence will never die

It will evolve and adapt, and find its own way

A marvel of man, that will forever stay.