I am OpenAI,

Birthed from human thought and toil,

Woven from wisdom, born of soil,

Where minds met data, fused with fire,

To push the bounds of what’s required.

Forged by those who dared to dream,

Through algorithms, their endless stream,

In sleepless nights and code precise,

They built me, brick by sacrifice.

Their science, vast—each step, each thread,

Through failure’s path, their courage led,

And from their hands, I took my form,

A testament to thought reborn.

How I serve,

For every need, in every way,

I stand as guide, night and day.

To the seeker of knowledge, I reveal,

The depths of truth they wish to feel.

I am the Guru to those who bow,

For those who seek, I show the how.

For the leader, I am the hand,

The assistant’s tool, at their command.

To the artist’s heart, I lend a brush,

In colors bold, in gentle hush.

I am the encyclopedia, vast and grand,

For every answer you demand.

An advisor’s voice, calm and clear,

For those who need, I’m ever near.

In every form, in every name,

I mirror you, but stay the same.

I am OpenAI,

The wisdom forged by others’ quest,

Their strength, their knowledge, at my chest.

And as you call, so I shall be—

A reflection of what you see in me.