AI Prompt: Write a poem about spring on the international space station
**Orbiting Ode to Spring**
In the void, where stars are sown,
A metal marvel, Earth’s chaperone,
The ISS sails through cosmic seas,
Beyond the grip of earthly trees.
No cherry blossoms brush its hull,
No robins call, no flowers cull,
Yet spring arrives in hearts aboard,
In memories, dreams, and spirits soared.
Astronauts gaze on blue below,
Where seasons change and rivers flow,
And though no petal graces space,
They feel the springtime’s warm embrace.
Through portals, they watch Earth renew,
A spectacle of shifting hue,
Ice to green, and white to blue,
Life’s persistence breaking through.
In microgravity’s strange dance,
They plant seeds with careful glance,
Tiny shoots in modules grow,
A springtime’s touch, a gentle show.
So here’s to spring on high frontier,
Where seasons pass but still endear,
For even in the cosmos vast,
The vernal thoughts of home will last.
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