In the silent whispers of the morning dew,
Numbers dance in a rhythmic hue.
Infinite trails of endless dreams,
Carving paths in cosmic streams.
One by one, they weave and twirl,
In a universe vast, they swirl.
Boundless stories they silently tell,
In each heartbeat, they dwell.
From ancient stones to stars above,
Numbers speak of endless love.
In the quiet of the nightâs embrace,
They trace the lines of time and space.
In every shadow, in every light,
Numbers hold secrets, hidden from sight.
A language old, yet ever new,
Whispering truths to me and you.