In the quiet of the night, numbers softly speak,
Whispering secrets, hidden yet unique.
From the one that starts the journey bold,
To the infinity, endless stories told.

Each digit dances, in a rhythm so fine,
Twisting and turning, in a cosmic line.
The zero, a circle, both beginning and end,
Numbers, eternal, as they transcend.

In dreams they float, through time and space,
A silent symphony, a celestial embrace.
They guide the stars, and the seas they chart,
Numbers, the language, of the universe’s heart.

So listen closely, in the still of night,
To the whispers of numbers, a wondrous sight.
They sing of mysteries, both large and small,
Numbers, the essence, connecting us all.