Artificial Intelligence, Sculpting Evolution And So On? Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

Life's slow climb, a gentle flow,
From tiny spark, to watch things grow.
A branching tree, a long, long way,
From yesterday, to this bright day.

We watch the change, the shifting form,
Through sun and rain, and passing storm.
New creatures born, old ones fade,
A masterpiece, nature has made.

Now science learns, to lend a hand,
To guide this growth, across the land.
But with this power, comes a care,
To build with wisdom, and be aware.

For some paths bright, some paths are deep,
Where dangers sleep, and secrets keep.
So we must learn, to softly tread,
And choose the way, that lies ahead.

To make things good, and help us thrive,
To keep our world, alive, alive.
But know the risks, and understand,
The future held, within our hand.