In the circle of time, we dance and spin,
Endless loops of dreams we weave,
Round and round, no end nor begin,
In unity, we find what we believe.

The square stands firm, a fortress bold,
With edges sharp, defining space,
Within its bounds, stories unfold,
A testament to strength and grace.

Triangular paths we often tread,
Pointed choices, journeys anew,
In sharp decisions, futures are bred,
Guiding us towards skies of blue.

Shapes of life, intertwined and free,
Echoes of the heart’s silent art,
In curves and lines, we find the key,
To the geometry of every heart.