Circles spin in endless grace,
Boundless loops that trace the night.
In their orbit, time finds space,
A gentle curve in moonlit light.
Triangles whisper secrets old,
In shadows cast, their stories told.
Sharp and bold, they pierce the sky,
With edges keen, they dare to fly.
Squares stand firm, a solid ground,
With even sides, they form a bound.
In their midst, stability found,
A realm where certainty is crowned.
Shapes converge in cosmic dance,
A tapestry of chance and stance.
In silent rhythm, they enhance,
The universeâs grand expanse.