In the quiet cradle of dawn’s embrace,
Language sings a melody soft and bright,
A dance of words, a gentle, flowing grace,
Weaving dreams in the tapestry of night.

Echoes of laughter in syllables play,
Stories untold in the rustling leaves,
Each word a beacon guiding the way,
Through the labyrinth where the heart believes.

The colors of cultures blend and collide,
In a symphony of voices, rich and true,
A universal rhythm none can hide,
Binding humanity in a vibrant hue.

In every whisper, a universe unfolds,
A testament to the power we hold,
In the art of language, our stories told,
A timeless bond, forever bold.