In the quiet of the night, a circle sings,
Whispering tales of eternity, no end, no start,
Boundless and full, a perfect ring,
Holding secrets deep within its heart.

Triangles dance in a waltz of three,
Sharp and bold, they pierce the sky,
Each angle a point of mystery,
A testament to truths that never die.

Squares stand firm, steadfast and true,
Guardians of order, balance, and grace,
With equal sides, they build anew,
A foundation strong in every place.

But shapes alone are not complete,
Together they form a grand design,
A symphony where edges meet,
In harmony, they intertwine.