In the hush of the cosmos, math whispers a code Numbers pulsing in rhythm, a sacred abode The Fibonacci sequence, woven and sowed In spiral galaxies, and the way rivers flowed. Start with a zero, then add a one, The next is the sum of the last two spun. It sings in the petals of a blooming sunflower, In the intricate pattern of a spiralling tower. No mere accident, this mathematical serenade In seashells, pinecones, a pattern displayed From simplicity, complexity is made In Fibonacci's echo, the universe swayed. [outro][end]
