Human written
Poem A
The ocean doesn't care about my plans,
it swallows Wednesday like a crumb.
Salt makes every cut remember
what it means to be alive and dumb.
I stood there till the tide came home,
my sneakers soaked, my homework gone -
and understood, for just a second,
what the whole world hums along.
- Maya, Grade 8
AI generated
Poem B
The ocean stretches wide and deep,
its waves roll in a steady beat.
The water blue, the sky above,
a timeless song of nature's love.
Each crashing wave erases sand,
yet leaves the shore to rise and stand.
The sea reminds us every day:
that change sweeps all our fears away.
- Generated by AI