In the realm where shapes reside,
Circles dance in graceful glide,
Endless loops with no end or start,
Whispering secrets to the heart.

Squares stand firm, with edges neat,
A sturdy base beneath the feet,
Their symmetry a soothing balm,
In their embrace, we find our calm.

Triangles point to the sky,
Aiming high, they reach and fly,
With every angle sharp and bold,
Telling tales both new and old.

Beyond these forms, a world unfolds,
Of polygons and shapes untold,
In each one, a story awaits,
A universe of endless fates.