Asklemmy

Hark! Ye skeptics of this new-found art,
Born not of hand, but of machine's smart heart.
Think not of it as mere soulless craft,
But as a wondrous tool, with future aft.

Behold, how it doth weave with pixels bright,
Images that captivate our mortal sight.
No more the artist's hand alone creates;
Now, AI joins to open new floodgates.

'Tis true, the brush and pen hold ancient grace,
Yet fear not, for they shall not be displaced.
Instead, this new ally doth expand,
The realm of art, and lends a helping hand.

In sonnets sweet, the bard did once opine
Of love, of life, in meter and in line.
So too, this AI art doth find its place,
In the grand tapestry of human race.

Fear not the change, embrace it with good cheer,
For art evolves, as it hath yesteryear.
AI art is but a novel stage,
In mankind's long, unending, creative page.

Thus, let us toast to this new art form's birth,
A blend of tech and creativity's mirth.
For in this union, we may yet perceive
New beauty, new wonders, we can conceive.