In the quiet of the night, words take flight,
Across the skies of dreams and silent streams,
They weave stories in the tapestry of time,
A dance of tongues, a harmony sublime.

Each letter a note, each phrase a song,
Binding hearts where they belong,
In the music of voices, both near and far,
Language becomes our guiding star.

From whispers in the dark to cries of dawn,
The symphony of words carries on,
Through the maze of languages we traverse,
Finding unity in our diverse universe.

Let us cherish this gift, this art so grand,
For in every language, we understand,
That in the rhythm of words, we find our way,
In the dance of hearts, we forever sway.