In the quiet dawn, English whispers,
A melody of words, a gentle call,
Each syllable like a leaf in the breeze,
Dancing softly in the morning’s light.

Verses flow like rivers in spring,
Carving paths through ancient lands,
Every word a bridge, a journey,
Connecting hearts across the seas.

In the evening glow, it sings a lullaby,
Cradling dreams in its tender embrace,
A language of stars and endless skies,
Guiding souls to worlds unknown.

With every dawn, English renews,
A tapestry of voices, ever growing,
Weaving tales of hope and wonder,
In a chorus of timeless grace.