In the realm where numbers weave,
Lies a world of infinite grace,
Patterns dance and equations breathe,
In this vast, intricate space.
The circle’s curve, a perfect arc,
Holds secrets in its round embrace,
Pi whispers softly in the dark,
An endless tale of time and place.
Algebra’s elegant, silent song,
Balances chaos with serene clarity,
Each variable, a note prolonged,
In this harmony of pure disparity.
Geometry paints with shapes so grand,
Triangles, squares, in perfect line,
A structured beauty, hand in hand,
Unveiling truths, both bold and fine.