In the realm where numbers softly weave,
Whispering secrets that minds perceive,
Infinite in their silent grace,
A dance that time cannot erase.

From one to ten, a simple start,
Yet endless stories they impart,
In patterns bold and rhythms clear,
Their whispers only few can hear.

Beyond the edge where logic bends,
Numbers guide and transcend,
In spirals vast and fractal seas,
They hold the universe’s keys.

With every sum and every line,
They chart the course of the divine,
In this eternal, boundless flight,
Numbers paint the stars at night.