In the realm of words and rhyme,
Where stories weave through time,
English stands a beacon bright,
Guiding us with its light.

From Shakespeare’s pen to modern prose,
The beauty of its language shows,
Each syllable a dance, a song,
In this world where we belong.

With metaphors and simile,
It paints pictures for us to see,
A tapestry of thoughts and dreams,
Flowing like the endless streams.

So let us cherish every word,
Every verse that we have heard,
For English is a treasure trove,
Of stories told and stories wove.