Poem: Angles on Earth

Angles on Earth, a tale to be told,

Of shapes and lines, both young and old.

In a world of chaos, they bring us peace,

Their symmetry and balance, a visual feast.

From the mountains high, to the valleys low,

Angles on Earth, they subtly show.

In the architecture grand, and the art we see,

Their presence whispers, a secret decree.

Triangles, the strongest, they stand so tall,

In pyramids and bridges, they never fall.

Squares and rectangles, stable and true,

In buildings and windows, they form our view.

The angles acute, so sharp and keen,

In the petals of flowers, their grace is seen.

Obtuse angles, wide and vast,

In the wings of birds, they soar and cast.

In the spider's web, a geometric dance,

Hexagons and octagons, they weave and prance.

The circle, a marvel, with no angles to find,

In the planets and stars, a celestial bind.

Angles on Earth, a language divine,

In nature and man-made, they intertwine.

A testament to order, in a world of chance,

Their beauty and harmony, forever enchants.