In whispers of dawn, her voice unfolds,
A tapestry of words, a story told.
Her gentle tones like morning dew,
Crafting worlds both old and new.
Her syllables dance in the evening light,
Guiding dreams through the quiet night.
A melody of love, a lullaby’s embrace,
In every word, her gentle grace.
Through her eyes, the world is vast,
Filled with echoes of the past.
Her language, a bridge to lands afar,
Where memories and new hopes are.
In every heart, her spirit stays,
A guardian of our brightest days.
Her legacy in every breath we take,
The language of love, for her sake.