Constants We Can’t Change

The golden ratio blooms in every rose,

Fibonacci spirals galaxies to shells,

Yet we draft blueprints, thinking we compose

New formulas for how the future swells.

We calculate our way through sacred proofs,

Draw straight lines where rivers meant to wind,

Stack steel equations into mirrored roofs,

Solve for x where x was undefined.

But fractals laugh in every branch and leaf,

And chaos theory storms our perfect plans,

While gravity holds fast its old belief

That what must fall still falls, despite our bans.

We cannot rewrite what was written true—

These numbers lived before we ever knew.