In the realm where words flow free,
English sings its melody,
A symphony of thoughts and dreams,
Weaving tales in endless streams.
From Shakespeare’s quill to modern prose,
Its beauty in every verse it shows,
A tapestry of history and lore,
Echoes of voices from times of yore.
The language of scholars, poets, and kings,
Where every word has wings,
To soar across the skies of time,
In rhythm, meter, and perfect rhyme.
With every letter, a story’s told,
A language both young and old,
Embracing change, yet holding true,
The timeless art of speaking through.