a poem about life and entropy in the style of robert frost – via deepseek

The Fire and the Frost

The stars once burned with golden light,
Their embers fierce, their purpose true,
They lit the void, defied the night,
And all the while, the forests grew—
And rivers ran, and soft winds blew.

But fire is fond of what it spends,
And light must dance till it is gone.
The flame that leaps, the wave that bends,
Still bends to time and struggles on,
Until the strength to burn is done.

The leaves that twist in autumn’s chill
Once took the sun and turned it bright,
Yet all they’ve stored, they soon must spill—
To feed decay, to lose the fight,
To fade into the endless night.

And so with life—we rise, we run,
We harness flame, we catch the breeze,
Yet all we move, and all we shun,
Still feeds the dark by slow degrees,
No matter what the dreamer sees.

The clever mind may build and scheme,
May stretch the light, may turn the tide,
May grasp at time with some grand dream,
Yet all must yield, all sparks must glide,
To where the frozen shadows bide.

For though we strive and shape and burn,
And twist the world to hold it fast,
The wheel must turn, the stars must churn,
And dust must claim us all at last,
When fire falls, and frost stands past.