The Beauty of Mathematics in Poetry

Mathematics, the language of the universe,

With numbers, symbols, and equations diverse,

Its beauty woven in patterns so sublime,

A poetic rhythm in space and time.

Golden spirals unfurl with grace,

Fibonacci numbers find their place,

In sunflowers' faces and seashells' curls,

Nature's design, a dance of pearls.

Circle's ratio, transcendental and true,

3.14159 and more, it's never through,

An endless waltz around the point,

Infinite, yet never disjoint.

e to the power of pi times i,

Equals 1, no need to sigh,

A formula of stunning simplicity,

A masterpiece of mathematical divinity.

Lines, angles, shapes unfold,

In Euclidean space, a story told,

Symmetry, beauty in every fold,

Geometry's secrets, centuries old.

Primes, indivisible, unique and prime,

Infinite in number, a rhythmic chime,

Mathematical poetry in their sequence,

Primal beauty, with no pretense.

Mathematics, a symphony of reason and rhyme,

Infinite possibilities, for all time,

Let numbers sing, let symbols dance,

The poetry of mathematics, a timeless trance.