In the silent night, the circles spin,
Eternal loops of endless kin.
They whisper softly, tales untold,
Of journeys past and futures bold.

Triangles pierce the darkened sky,
With edges sharp, they rise and fly.
In unity, their strength they find,
A harmony of heart and mind.

Squares stand firm with stable grace,
In every corner, a hidden face.
Their steady lines create a frame,
For dreams and hopes, a sacred flame.

Rectangles stretch in endless flight,
Bridging worlds, day and night.
They hold the stories of the land,
In every shape, a guiding hand.