Math Honor Society Second Design

When numbers speak, we hear the stars, Beyond the grades, beyond the scars. We seek the truth behind the sum, When all is quiet, thought will hum. If love can turn to swirling wind, Let math be peace we keep within. No flowers bloom upon this land, Yet knowledge grows beneath our hands. We count not gold, we count what’s fair, In tangled minds, we breathe clean air. When equations ache, and logic sways, We still believe — in better days. If this whole earth runs out of bloom, We’ll build a forest in the gloom. Not with leaves, but dreams and lore, A blue light forevermore.