In the silent whispers of the night,
Numbers dance, an eternal flight.
They weave a tapestry so grand,
In every corner of this land.

Equations sing their sacred song,
A melody that echoes long.
From Pythagoras to Euler’s dream,
They shape our world, a flowing stream.

Geometry paints the skies so high,
With angles sharp and curves that lie.
Infinite in their vast expanse,
A dance of logic, a mystic trance.

Calculus, the bridge of time,
Measures moments, so sublime.
With every theorem, proof, and line,
Mathematics, your light will always shine.