In the quiet dance of twilight’s embrace,
Shapes emerge with grace and silent song.
Circles weave their endless path,
Echoing eternity in their gentle curves.

Triangles stand with steadfast might,
Anchors of the earth and sky unite.
Their edges speak of balance and strength,
Guardians of secrets in their pointed length.

Squares hold the world with steady hands,
Corners firm, they mark their lands.
In their symmetry, peace resides,
A harmony where all divides.

The stars draw lines that intertwine,
A tapestry of shapes divine.
In every form, a story told,
A universe of mysteries to unfold.