Oh, the Things You Can Ask

In this special episode, Oh, the Things You Can Ask and the Dreams You Can Grasp!

In a world full of wonders, all wiggly and grand,

There's so much to see, all across the whole land!

Don't just sit in your spot like a glum-looking Gnu,
There's exploring to do, just waiting for YOU!

So open your eyes and look all around,
At the sights and the sounds that happily abound!

And when something seems strange, or a bit out of whack,
Don't just shrug and say, "Well, I guess that's that!"

No, no, little friend, that's not the right way!
You must ask a question, today, yes, today!

Like "Why does the sky turn all colors at night?"
Or "Why do the stars twinkle so shiny and bright?"

Be curious, friend, like a fox in the woods,
Investigate things, like a good question should!

Poke and you'll peek, and you'll try, and you'll see,
The marvelous mysteries waiting for thee!

Now, while you are looking and asking with glee,
Don't forget to dream big, as big as can be!

Imagine a Zizzer-Zazzer-Zuzz in the sky,
Or a Grickle-Grass growing way up super high!

Dream dreams that are lofty, and silly, and bold,
Let your thoughts take you places, both new and quite old!

For a dream is a seed, and with sunshine and care,
It can grow into something amazing, I swear!

And when you go journeying, near and so far,
Find good folks to travel with, like a bright shining star!

Folks who lift you up high, and who help you to grow,
Not the grumpy old Grumps who just tell you "No, no!"

So go forth and explore, with a question in hand,
Be curious always, all over the land!

Dream lofty, great dreams, let your spirit take flight,
For the world is your oyster, so go shine your light!

I'm excited to share this poem and my latest blog post, " Unleash Your Inner Artist, "in which I explore creativity and collaboration with Gemini AI. I've asked AI many questions and shared previous blog posts for insights on my writing style and suggestions for expanded subjects.

This poem reflects our conversations! How, you ask? It's quite simple, really: I asked Gemy (AI) to synthesize our discussions and create a poem in a fun Dr. Seuss style. What do you think?

It's exciting to think about your extraordinary potential to explore new ideas—our only limits are our imagination and the willingness to ask questions!

I'm Patrick Ball. Stay curious, explore, and ask questions–it's fun! See you in the next episode.

Comments

Don Hanley said…

Wonderfully funny and inspiring - AND a bit too long.

April 12, 2025 at 9:43 AM

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