Three,
Is the first odd prime,
A lonely number that stands alone.
Six,
Is the first perfect number,
A harmonious sum of its own factors.
Nine,
Is the square of three,
A powerful product of repetition.
Three,
Is the number of dimensions,
A spatial framework that shapes reality.
Six,
Is the number of faces of a cube,
A solid figure that fills the space.
Nine,
Is the number of planets in the solar system,
A celestial order that orbits the sun.
Three,
Is the number of primary colors,
A visual spectrum that paints the world.
Six,
Is is the number of sides of a hexagon,
A regular polygon that forms a honeycomb.
Nine,
Is the number of muses in Greek mythology,
A divine inspiration that fuels the arts.
Three, six,
And nine...
Are they just numbers,
Or something more?
Do they hold the key to the universe,
Or just to our minds?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem