In the silence of the night,
Numbers sing their quiet song,
Whispering tales of endless light,
Where every moment we belong.
The dance of time in measured beats,
A rhythm that never fades away,
Counting stars in cosmic sheets,
Guiding dreams to break of day.
In the spiral of the universe,
Numbers weave their sacred art,
Telling stories both diverse,
Binding souls that drift apart.
Through the echoes of existence,
Numbers hold the key to grace,
A gentle, timeless persistence,
In the vast expanse of space.