In forests green, where mysteries reside,
Where nature weaves its secrets far and wide,
There lies a plant, its elegance untold,
A marvel to behold, the fern unfolds.

Its fronds unfurl, in patterns all precise,
A symphony of beauty, nature’s own device,
Leaflets upon leaflets, a delicate array,
Infinite iterations, in a graceful display.

Oh, fern, you teach us of the wondrous truth,
That nature’s wisdom holds a sacred booth,
For in your leaflets, in their rhythmic design,
We glimpse the patterns that life does align.

Just as your fronds unfurl with grace,
Revealing nature’s patterns in each space,
So too does life unveil its hidden scheme,
A tapestry of wonders, an ever-changing dream.

From the spiral of a seashell on the shore,
To the branching veins that a river bore,
Patterns emerge in every corner we explore,
Guiding us to understand and know more.

Through iterations, nature whispers its tale,
Leaves in spirals, in rows, and intricate detail,
And in the fern’s symphony, we find a clue,
To the mysteries unfolding, both old and new.

For when we see the world with open eyes,
Curiosity awakened, our hearts arise,
In every leaflet’s turn, we learn anew,
Of nature’s grand design, forever true.

So we marvel at the fern’s lush embrace,
And cherish the patterns nature does trace,
For in each iteration, a story is unfurled,
And the wonders of the world are truly impearled.

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