Prime

In the quiet hush of number’s line,
Prime stands tall, a solitary sign—
A lone integer, indivisible, pure,
Its only friends are one and itself, for sure.

From two’s first whisper to the endless sky,
They pepper the sequence, never shy—
Three, five, seven, eleven’s quiet chime,
Each a beacon marking endless time.

Mathematicians trace their hidden trails,
Searching for patterns where curiosity prevails.
In cryptic codes they guard our secretkept,
Prime numbers steadfast, forever adept.

So raise a toast to those unyielding few,
Whose simple nature hides a view—
A world of wonder, stark and starkly prime,
Where solitude and strength entwine in rhyme.