In the tapestry of time, words take flight,
English, a melody of stories old and new,
Through whispers of the wind and echoes of night,
A language where dreams and realities pursue.

Letters entwine in a dance of grace,
Phrases weave tales of distant lands,
In every sentence, a world to embrace,
As ink on paper meets gentle hands.

The rhythm of syllables, a gentle stream,
Flowing through valleys of thought and reason,
A canvas where poets paint their dream,
Unveiling truths in every season.

Oh, English, a bridge from heart to heart,
Binding souls across the earth’s vast span,
In your embrace, we find our start,
A universal voice, uniting man.