In a realm where circles softly spin,
Triangles whisper secrets of the wind,
Squares stand firm, guardians of the earth,
Shapes weave tales of their inherent worth.
The moon, a crescent, graces the sky,
Guiding the stars that gently fly by,
A symphony of angles, curves, and lines,
In silent harmony, the universe aligns.
Rectangles stretch to embrace the dawn,
While diamonds gleam on the dewy lawn,
Each form, a story crafted by the night,
Awakens dreams with the morning light.
In shadowsâ play, geometry unfolds,
A tapestry of mysteries untold,
Shapes in their dance, both bold and shy,
Paint the world with their eternal sigh.