In the realm of forms, a circle spins,
Whispering tales of endless wins.
No start, no end, just pure delight,
A perfect loop in the silent night.
The square stands firm with edges clear,
Crafting worlds where all is near.
Stability and balance mark its core,
A foundation that we all adore.
Triangles point to the sky above,
Symbols of strength and angles of love.
Three sides, three points, a sacred form,
In their embrace, we find the norm.
Together they dance in the artistâs mind,
Shapes that bind, yet so unconfined.
A symphony of lines, a geometric song,
In their unity, we all belong.