In the quiet hum of dawnâs gentle rise,
Words awaken, dancing on the breeze,
A symphony of whispers, soft and wise,
Weaving tales through rustling leaves and trees.
Language, a river of endless streams,
Flowing through valleys of memory and dreams,
Each word a pebble, polished by time,
Sculpting stories in rhythm and rhyme.
In the tapestry of voices, diverse and grand,
Echoes of history and futures unplanned,
Tongues entwined in a timeless embrace,
Celebrating the beauty of each written trace.
Through silence, where words softly rest,
In the heart, language finds its nest,
A melody of hope, in every spoken line,
Connecting souls, through the ages divine.