In whispers soft, the language flows,
A tapestry of tales untold,
With every word, a story grows,
In verses rich, its beauty unfolds.

Through time and space, it weaves its art,
From ancient scripts to modern lore,
A bridge that binds us, worlds apart,
Its echoes linger, forevermore.

The dance of vowels and consonants,
A symphony of sound and grace,
In every phrase, a resonance,
A journey through both time and place.

So let us cherish this vast sea,
Of words that paint the skies anew,
For in its depths, we find the key,
To dreams unbounded, vast and true.