Words weave through the tapestry of time,
Connecting hearts across the vast expanse,
A symphony of voices in rhythm and rhyme,
Language, a bridge in life’s grand dance.

In whispers soft or shouts so bold,
Stories shared, both young and old,
Through language, memories unfold,
A treasure more precious than gold.

From the silent gestures of the hand,
To the ancient scripts on desert sand,
Language forms a timeless band,
Binding us in a unified stand.

As long as voices are free to speak,
And hearts remain open and meek,
Language will forever seek,
To unite the strong and the weak.