Mathematical Hymns

(hmmmm-ahhh-aaa) We trace the curve of logarithmic spirals

Counting seeds in the patterns of the wild

From ancient dust

to mathematical survival

The child of light,

the earth's

quiet child

Oh,

the line we weave is old and clean Living in the space

of the unseen

Geometry in the dirt,

code in the bone We are never walking alone (never alone)

The sequence grows in silence and in clay

Ten thousand years captured in a single day

Equations breathing under ancient skies

Time is a circle where the wild bird flies

(ah-ee-oh, eeeee, oh-ah-ee)

We return to the code (hmmmm-ahhh-aaa)