Pi

In a realm where numbers dance and strive,

There lies a constant, profound and alive.

Pi, they call it, a curious thing,

3.14159, the notes that it'll sing.

In circles and spheres, it finds its home,

A ratio so pure, forever to roam.

It weaves through our lives, a silent guide,

In ways we may not have realized.

In the kitchen, as we bake a pie,

Pi's digits make our taste buds fly.

The crust's circumference, perfectly round,

Pi ensures delight, in every bite, we've found.

In architecture, it holds its sway,

With circles and curves in a grand display.

From arches to domes, from columns to towers,

Pi shapes our world, in countless hours.

In the world of science, where mysteries abound,

Pi's in the formulae, profound and renowned.

From circles in physics to the waves of sound,

Pi's the thread that science has wound.

As we gaze upon the endless sky,

Pi's in the math that lets us fly.

In orbits and stars, in cosmic swirls,

Pi's the secret that the universe hurls.

In music, too, its presence is felt,

In rhythms and beats, where emotions are dealt.

The harmony of notes, in a timeless song,

Pi guides the melody, keeping it strong.

In the natural world, it's everywhere,

In the swirl of a hurricane, or the way rivers care.

From the petals of flowers to the rings of a tree,

Pi's in the patterns that we often see.

In technology's advance, it plays a part,

In the circuits and codes, a work of art.

From smartphones to satellites up high,

Pi's the number that helps them fly.

In mathematics, it's a treasure trove,

For mathematicians and scholars who rove.

Through its endless digits, they explore,

New mysteries and wonders galore.

So, in everyday life, as we go on our way,

Remember Pi's presence, day by day.

In circles and spheres, and in so much more,

Pi's the constant that life's tapestry pours.

From baking a pie to reaching the stars,

Pi's in the journey, wherever we are.

A number so simple, yet so profound,

In every aspect of life, it's found