In whispers soft, the English language flows,
With tales of old and dreams that still unfold,
A bridge of cultures, where knowledge grows,
A timeless script that never will grow old.

Each word a key to doors of endless lore,
From Shakespeare’s lines to songs of modern day,
Through prose and verse, our spirits start to soar,
In every phrase, new worlds begin to play.

The language crafts a dance within the mind,
A symphony of sounds both rich and clear,
It binds us close, yet lets us far unwind,
In every turn, a story we hold dear.

So let us cherish every word and rhyme,
For in this tongue, we find our hearts entwined,
Across the seas, through every age and time,
The English language, treasure of mankind.