Hidden in Numbers
Or have we always known
Numbers, oh numbers,
what do they mean?
A world of calculations,
a numerical scene.
From one to infinity,
they go on and on,
A language of their own,
a symphony of song.
Zero is nothing,
but it’s something too,
A placeholder of value,
a start that’s new.
One is the first,
a beginning so bright,
A single step forward,
a journey in sight.
Two is a pair,
a balance in life,
A duality of nature,
a husband and wife.
Three is a charm,
a magic in sound,
A trinity of power,
a holy ground.
Four is a square,
a structure so strong,
A solid foundation,
a place to belong.
Five is alive,
a hand with its fingers,
A sense of direction,
a journey that lingers.
Six is a hex,
a curse or a spell,
A symbol of magic,
a story to tell.
Seven is lucky,
a number of fate,
A mystical wonder,
a door to the gate.
Eight is an octagon,
a shape so divine,
A symbol of infinity,
a never-ending line.
Nine is the last,
final goodbye,
A closing of chapters,
a time to comply.
Numbers, oh numbers,
what do they mean?
A world of calculations,
a numerical scene.
From one to infinity,
they go on and on,
A language of their own,
a symphony of song.
About the Creator
shallon gregerson
I conspire, create and love making my mind think
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