The Glory Of Numbers Poem by Ken Rozen Meniano

What's in the world without numbers?
Come, think of an Earth with no one…two…three…
Then you can never count even a single tree,
Nor you could tell the degree between tree and trees
Or bee from bees, twenty three from three.

Oh! Glory to you ohnumbers!
You're always following me from January to December,
Even if the old age finds hard to remember,
Yet, they try hard to decipher each and every number,
Because you and I and the world are intertwined forever.

You made me tall, and made her small.
Youmeasurethe floor and then the wall,
You distinguish the rich from being poor,
You give a difference between the store from a mall,
How powerful you are even you are just like a mole.