sheet-demo

import { Button } from "@/registry/pure-ui/ui/button";
import {
  Sheet,
  SheetPopup,
  SheetDescription,
  SheetFooter,
  SheetHeader,
  SheetTitle,
  SheetTrigger,
} from "@/registry/pure-ui/ui/sheet";
import {
  ScrollArea,
  ScrollAreaContent,
} from "@/registry/pure-ui/ui/scroll-area";

export function SheetDemo() {
  return (
    <Sheet>
      <SheetTrigger render={<Button variant="outline" />}>
        The Road Not Taken
      </SheetTrigger>
      <SheetPopup>
        <SheetHeader>
          <SheetTitle className="text-xl">The Road Not Taken</SheetTitle>
          <SheetDescription>
            "The Road Not Taken" is a renowned poem by Robert Frost that
            explores choices and their consequences. It reflects on how
            decisions shape one's path in life.
          </SheetDescription>
        </SheetHeader>
        <ScrollArea className="p-4 border-0" scrollShadow="vertical">
          <ScrollAreaContent className="flex flex-col gap-4">
            <p>
              Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel
              both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far
              as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth;
            </p>
            <p>
              Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the
              better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for
              that the passing there Had worn them really about the same,
            </p>
            <p>
              And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden
              black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way
              leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back.
            </p>
            <p>
              I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence:
              Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled
              by, And that has made all the difference.
            </p>
            <p>
              Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel
              both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far
              as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth;
            </p>
            <p>
              Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the
              better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for
              that the passing there Had worn them really about the same,
            </p>
            <p>
              And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden
              black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way
              leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back.
            </p>
            <p>
              I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence:
              Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled
              by, And that has made all the difference.
            </p>
          </ScrollAreaContent>
        </ScrollArea>
        <SheetFooter>
          <Button type="submit" className="w-full">
            Mark Completed
          </Button>
        </SheetFooter>
      </SheetPopup>
    </Sheet>
  );
}