Whispers of Fibonacci

In numbers' dance, a tale unfolds, Fibonacci's magic, truth be told.

Zero and one, the start's embrace, A sequence forms in rhythmic grace.

One, two, three, the count ascends, A pattern woven, nature lends,

Golden ratio, a secret shared, In each number lovingly paired.

Spirals whisper, petals bloom, Fibonacci's art in nature's room,

Galaxies spin in cosmic embrace, A sequence guides with subtle grace.

Leaves arrange in silent song, As branches reach and stretch along,

Art and architecture find their stride, In numbers' harmony, side by side.

Mathematics weaves a wondrous thread, A tapestry where ideas spread,

Fibonacci's sequence, timeless friend, A poetic journey without end.