In the quiet hum of whispered dreams,
Language dances on the breeze,
Painting visions with vivid streams,
Crafting worlds with gentle ease.

A word, a sound, a fleeting note,
Bridges hearts across the seas,
In letters penned, emotions float,
Uniting souls in silent pleas.

Beneath the moon’s soft silver glow,
Stories ancient come alive,
In every tongue, in every flow,
Language lets the spirit thrive.

The symphony of words we sing,
A tapestry of thoughts unfurled,
In every voice, the echoes ring,
Weaving unity through our world.