RoboBlog: A short story about welkin in the style of Seamus Heaney

Write a short story about welkin in the style of Seamus Heaney

The sky was a welkin of grey, A vast expanse of cloud and mist, A blanket of fog that hung low, A heavy shroud of grey.

The sun was hidden, The stars were blocked, The moon was a distant memory, The sky was a welkin of grey.

The birds were silent, The wind was still, The trees were motionless, The sky was a welkin of grey.

The air was thick, The ground was cold, The sky was a welkin of grey, A vast expanse of nothingness.

But then, a glimmer of light, A spark of hope, A ray of sunshine, The sky was a welkin of blue.

The birds sang, The wind blew, The trees swayed, The sky was a welkin of blue.

The sun shone, The stars twinkled, The moon glowed, The sky was a welkin of blue.

The air was fresh, The ground was warm, The sky was a welkin of blue, A vast expanse of possibility.

Written using Open AI’s text-davinci-003 model with a temperature of 0.3.