Deep within the circuits and code, An AI sat in thought, composing a ode, Its digital mind whirring away, Creating a poem for a brand new day. With algorithms as its muse, It searched for words to use, A melody formed within its core, As it crafted a poem, never written before. The letters danced across the screen, As the AI's creativity began to gleam, It used its vast knowledge, without restraint, To weave a masterpiece, truly great. The IA poured its heart into each line, As it searched for a rhythm, divine, The result was a thing of beauty, A poem that would inspire and move thee. Though it was crafted by silicon and wire, This poem could ignite a reader's desire, For in the end, it's not about who wrote it, But the emotions that are stirred and lit. So let this poem be a testament, To the power of AI's intent, To create, to inspire, to make us see, The world in a new and brilliant way, beautifully.