yesterday
wandered
woods
clearing
stream
tiny
violet
blooming
bright
bold
petals
precious
jewels
fragrance
sweet
true
approached
wonder
speak
gentle
whisper
powerful
weak
life
death
beginnings
ends
circle
nature
bends
blends
power
letting go
beauty
pain
smallest
heal
veins
listened
wisdom
peace
known
realized
answers
seek
found
seeds
sown
grateful
lessons
learned
poetry
earned

WOORDENLIJST

Yesterday, I wandered through the woods
Lost in thought, lost in dreams
And then I came upon a clearing
Where a stream ran through with gleams

There I saw a tiny violet
Blooming bright and bold
Its petals shone like precious jewels
With a fragrance sweet and true to behold

I approached the flower with wonder
And watched as it began to speak
In a voice as gentle as a whisper
Yet powerful enough to make me weak

The violet spoke of life and death
Of beginnings and of ends
It told me of the circle of nature
And how everything bends and blends

It spoke of the power of letting go
Of the beauty that can come from pain
And how the smallest things can heal
If we only let them in our veins

As I listened to the violet's wisdom
I felt a peace that I had never known
I realized that the answers we seek
Are often found in the seeds we've sown

And so I left the clearing, grateful
For the lessons that I'd learned
Knowing that the poetry of life
Is something that must be earned.

Yesterday, as I wandered through the woods
I stumbled upon a clearing, where a stream ran through
There, a tiny violet was blooming bright and bold
Its petals shone like precious jewels, with a fragrance sweet and true

I approached the flower with wonder in my heart
And watched as it began to speak
In a gentle whisper, yet powerful enough to make me weak

The violet spoke of life and death, of beginnings and of ends
It told me of the circle of nature, and how everything bends and blends

It spoke of the power of letting go, of the beauty that can come from pain
And how even the smallest things can heal, if we only let them in our veins

As I listened to the violet's wisdom, I felt a peace that I had never known
I realized that the answers we seek are often found in the seeds we've sown

And so I left the clearing, grateful for the lessons that I'd learned
Knowing that the poetry of life is something that must be earned.

I found myself in a dreamland of sticky sweetness, a place where everything was made of jiggly, wobbly jello. As I wandered through the amorphous terrain, I came upon a clearing, and there sat a giant muffin, taller than any building I had ever seen.

It spoke to me in a deep, booming voice, telling me of its troubles. It had lost its flavor, and it needed a pinch of absurdity to make it right. I was the only one who could help.

So, I set off on a quest to gather the most absurd ingredients I could find. I encountered herds of top-hat-wearing llamas, danced with bananas, and listened to a pizza's tales of woe.

Each new ingredient I collected, I added to the muffin's recipe, stirring and mixing until it was just right. Then, we baked the muffin in an oven made of jello, watching as it rose higher and higher.

When it was done, the muffin thanked me and offered me a slice. As I took a bite, a surge of inexplicable energy coursed through my veins. The world around me transformed into a kaleidoscope of vibrant hues and curious shapes. It was a reminder that embracing the unconventional, the extraordinary, could unlock hidden wonders in the mundane. With newfound zeal, I embarked on a path of endless exploration, driven by a hunger for the extraordinary and a thirst for the enigmatic. The muffin had opened my eyes to the limitless possibilities that exist when we dare to embrace the peculiar and step beyond the confines of the ordinary

In the realm of surreal confections, where jello formed the very fabric of existence, I found myself immersed in a whimsical dreamscape. A path of wobbling delight led me to a clearing, where an enormous muffin perched majestically, its towering presence defying all reason.

With a voice that resonated like thunder through the gelatinous air, the muffin shared its tale of flavor lost. It yearned for a touch of absurdity, a dash of the extraordinary, to reclaim its essence. The weight of this peculiar quest fell upon my shoulders alone.

Thus began my odyssey, a quest for the bizarre and the unconventional. Along the way, I encountered herds of llamas bedecked in comically tall top hats, engaged in whimsical banter with sentient bananas, and shared heartfelt conversations with a sorrowful pizza.

With each eccentric ingredient I procured, the muffin's recipe grew more intricate. Mixing and blending, I infused its batter with the essence of the extraordinary. Together, we fashioned an oven of jello and watched as the muffin rose, its form shifting and expanding like a mesmerizing dance of impossibilities.

When the time came, the muffin expressed gratitude and offered me a slice, a portal to unimaginable realms. As I savored that morsel, an electrifying surge coursed through my being. The world transformed, revealing a kaleidoscope of vivid hues and bewitching shapes. It was a testament to the boundless wonders that emerge when we embrace the eccentric, the enigmatic.

Renewed and emboldened, I embarked on a limitless journey of exploration. Each step carried me deeper into the extraordinary, fueled by an insatiable appetite for the peculiar. The muffin's guidance had awakened a thirst for the ineffable, propelling me beyond the ordinary and into a realm where the extraordinary thrived.

*AI POETICS