Beneath the vast expanse of words we tread,
A symphony of sounds both rich and wide.
In every phrase, a story softly spread,
A bridge where distant hearts and souls reside.

The whispers of the winds in gentle prose,
The echoes of the past in tales retold.
In every letter, mystery unfolds,
A tapestry of dreams in hues of gold.

Through sonnets sweet, and ballads old and new,
The language blooms in gardens of the mind.
Each word a seed that blossoms in the dew,
A timeless art that binds us, undefined.

So let us wander through this realm so bright,
Where every sound and silence holds its place.
In English, find our wings and take our flight,
A journey vast, in words we find our grace.