In the quiet of the universe they rise,
Numbers whisper secrets of the skies,
Infinite in nature, they endlessly unfold,
Stories of the cosmos in patterns bold.

Countless stars in the night’s embrace,
Each with a number, a celestial trace,
From zero’s silence to infinity’s might,
Numbers weave through day and night.

In nature’s rhythm they find their place,
The Fibonacci sequence in a spiral’s grace,
From petals of flowers to the galaxy’s spin,
Numbers reveal the harmony within.

In the heart of time, they softly chime,
Marking moments in a steady rhyme,
Numbers guide us, a compass unseen,
Through the tapestry of dreams, serene.