In whispers of the morning breeze,
Language flows like gentle streams,
Painting thoughts in vibrant hues,
A tapestry woven with dreams.

Words, a dance upon the tongue,
Serenades of the heart’s deep core,
In every dialect, every tone,
Stories untold, forevermore.

From ancient scrolls to modern screens,
The melody of language plays,
Connecting souls across time’s span,
A bridge that never decays.

In silence, too, it speaks aloud,
Through gestures, signs, and eyes that gleam,
Language, the universal thread,
Binding humanity’s shared dream.