My Fair Lady Of Fibonacci

I see her in seeds and flowers, the birds and the bees,
shells along the shore and pine cones on branches in the trees.

My ears that hear her music played on piano keys,
Oh No, not the rabbits George reproducing exponentially.

The penguins waddling along, dolphins swimming playfully,
my hands that reach out to hold her she's never far from me.

In my youth her golden ratio / numbers had my mind
spiraling like the milky way galaxy, a hurricane swirling out at sea .

My Fair Lady hides in plane sigh but once you perceive,
you will find her in more creations than you would ever believe.




One suggest : Hokusai's great wave on the ocean,
and fractals in motion.