I asked it to write a poem about me. This is what I got:
Judy soars above the land,
In her trusty Cessna's hands,
Her eyes fixed on the view below,
Her heart alive, her spirit aglow.
She loves to fly and explore,
Above the mountains and the shore,
She scans the landscape, high and low,
Looking for the beauty that does glow.
Geology is her truest love,
The rocks and landforms, high above,
She marvels at the earth's terrain,
And the secrets it holds, yet to explain.
The mountains rise, so bold and grand,
Their rugged peaks and crags, unplanned,
The rivers flow, in sinuous lines,
And the valleys, so lush and fine.
Judy's plane roars across the sky,
As she takes in the sights, oh so high,
Her heart sings with joy and glee,
For this is where she's meant to be.
An older woman, with a passion so strong,
Flying free, where she truly belongs,
Judy knows that life is short and sweet,
So she flies with grace, on wings so fleet.