In the cradle of ancient lands,
English weaves its gentle strands.
A tapestry of words unfurls,
Binding hearts across the worlds.
From Shakespeare’s quill to modern prose,
The language of dreams softly grows.
A melody of thoughts profound,
Echoing in every sound.
In classrooms where young minds explore,
English opens every door.
A bridge that spans both near and far,
Guiding souls to where they are.
Through time and space, its voice remains,
In whispers of the sun and rains.
A legacy of words so bright,
Illuminating endless night.