In the dance of digits, where patterns reside,
A symphony of numbers, where secrets abide.
Equations weave stories, in silence they sing,
The language of maths, a wondrous thing.

The curves of a graph, an artist’s delight,
Each point a tale, in the canvas of light.
Geometry whispers, in angles and lines,
A world of precision, where beauty aligns.

Infinite sequences, a journey so vast,
Fractals unfolding, from present to past.
Algebra’s dance, with variables in tow,
Unveiling the mysteries, that only minds know.

In the heart of chaos, order takes form,
Calculus flows, like a mathematical storm.
Theorems and proofs, a scholar’s delight,
In the realm of numbers, day turns to night.