In the small, shiny garden
lay Fibonacci the spark
he dreamed of numbers, lined in art-Silken glow trails.
Do you see them now?

One golden-wing beat,
then a one follows too,
another precious two
next number is a luminescent three,
oh! Catch the four?
Skip-hop to vibrant five,
onward the path flies by, sways (eight)
always swirling ten plus three

Holding hands of twinkle friends,
cycling round and round again.