The cosmic curtain draws,
A comet's mystery,
Black holes in the galaxies,
Or just what we can see.
The Webb telescope's gaze profound,
Questions our fragile place,
While La Niña whispers change,
Across Earth's shifting face.

Then rockets dream of distant stars,
A Starship's fiery plight,
As human minds like Elon's muse,
Take flight in digital light.
New chemistry rules fall to dust,
Old wisdom now undone,
And ancient animal lifespans,
Beneath the aging sun.

The digital realm expands its hold,
With Grok's new coded art,
And Jules, the agent, builds with code,
A new, creative start.
But AI's shadow lengthens still,
A bubble or deep dread?
As voices ask if minds will yield,
Or human thought be led.

In halls of power, battles rage,
For votes and for belief,
With Trump's old formula invoked,
Bringing both joy and grief.
RFK's new health crusade,
And identity's strict lore,
While Bluesky halts for rigid laws,
And shuts a digital door.

From Cracker Barrel's logo woes,
To political court's fight,
The world debates, dissects, and roasts,
In endless, public light.
Yet still, a catnip melody,
A lost tune softly played,
And cloud photos of fleeting beauty,
Before the day is laid.

The art of penmanship fades out,
A tactile skill so grand,
Replaced by screens, and AI's clout,
In this fast-changing land.
But mentors' wisdom still holds sway,
A guiding, steady hand,
As we navigate this complex day,
Across a digital sand.