From zero to infinity, a journey unfolds,
Numbers weave stories, both new and old.
In the silence of night, they quietly dance,
Binding the cosmos in a rhythmic trance.

One is the start, a spark in the dark,
Two follows close, igniting the spark.
Three forms a pattern, a magical art,
Four stands steady, a pillar, a heart.

Five brings change, a shift in the scheme,
Six intertwines, like threads in a dream.
Seven is mystic, a number divine,
Eight is balance, in a perfect line.

Nine is the end, yet not truly final,
For zero returns, a loop so vital.
Numbers continue, an endless array,
Dancing through time, in eternal ballet.