In the silent whispers of the night,
Numbers emerge, bathed in light.
Infinite sequences, a symphony of thought,
In every corner, solutions sought.
Through the labyrinth of algebraic dreams,
Equations flow like gentle streams.
Variables play, a complex game,
Each symbol burning with eternal flame.
Geometry’s shapes, with angles so profound,
In perfect harmony, theyâre bound.
Triangles, circles, and lines so pure,
Their elegant beauty forever endure.
Calculus, the language of change,
Where limits push the boundaries, strange.
Derivatives whisper secrets to the wise,
In the world of maths, where truth lies.