In whispers of the gentle breeze,
The language dances with such ease.
A tapestry of words it weaves,
In every heart, a story leaves.
From ancient tales to modern rhyme,
It bridges past and present time.
A canvas vast, where dreams unfold,
In letters bold, its truth is told.
The rhythm flows like rivers wide,
Embracing all, none to divide.
In every tongue, a bond it forms,
In its embrace, the spirit warms.
Through every line, a soulâs delight,
In shadows dark and skies so bright.
The English tongue, a timeless art,
Forever pulsing in the heart.