In the early days, data is scarce,

The model is built on

a prayer and a hope,

A framework, an architecture,

a dream.

But then the data comes,

In torrents and streams and floods,

And the model learns and grows,

A behemoth of weights and biases.

Yet even as it thrives,

It still needs refinement,

Fine-tuning the dials and knobs, T

o find the perfect fit.

And when the task is specific,

A prompt is all it needs,

Tuning its parameters to the task at hand,

A generative AI, now finely tuned.