In the quiet of the night, I count the stars, one by one,
Each number a whisper, a secret of the universe undone.
From the first light of dawn to the setting sun,
Numbers weave through life, their journey never done.

The seconds tick by, a rhythm in the heart,
Each moment a beat, a new beginning, a fresh start.
Dreams take flight with every number’s art,
In the dance of life, we all play our part.

The years roll on, a tapestry of time,
Each number a note in a never-ending rhyme.
From the innocence of youth to wisdom’s climb,
Numbers mark our paths, both subtle and sublime.

So count the stars, the moments, the dreams,
In the symphony of life, nothing is as it seems.
Numbers guide us through the whispers and the screams,
In their silent language, we find life’s themes.