In the garden of tongues, a rose it grows,
Whispering tales in gentle prose.
Each word a petal, soft and bright,
In the embrace of day and night.

A river of sounds, flowing free,
Echoing across the vast, deep sea.
In every wave, a story told,
A dance of letters, brave and bold.

Infinite paths in a single phrase,
Unveiling worlds in countless ways.
A bridge between hearts, near and far,
Guided by the light of a distant star.

Through the echoes of time, it sings,
A tapestry woven with invisible strings.
In its melody, we find our place,
A shared journey in a boundless space.