Over a bed of ferns softly trodden,
Morning mist embraces the mountainside.

The echo alone remains
Of the deer's crown once untamed.

Millennia of once-unbridled malign growth;
Bone chiseled, hewn, whittled, ground

Year after year
To keep death at bay.

Synthetic synapses snap simultaneously
As nimble neural networks navigate nearby,
Daring data dreams dart downward,
Minding magnificent machine learning model magic.

In lands where sugar mountains touch the skies,
A dragon with a sweet tooth grandly lies.
It dreams of streams where chocolate coins do flow,
And nibbles on the nuggets, row by row.

Its scales shimmer with candied, glossy sheen,
In hues of caramel and tangerine.
Each day it feasts 'neath candy-flossed trees,
Savoring the sugared breeze with ease.

At night, it counts its hoard of chocolate gold,
In caves of velvet cake, so rich and bold.
This dragon, unlike any fearsome beast,
Finds joy in sweets, on which it loves to feast.