In the tapestry of human souls,
Words weave a melody, soft and bold.
Each tongue a key, unlocking dreams,
A bridge between what is, and what seems.

From the murmur of ancient lore,
To the digital chatter, evermore,
Language dances, in shadows and light,
A beacon in the darkest night.

Through vowels and consonants, we find,
The essence of the human mind.
Stories told in whispers or cries,
Echoing through the endless skies.

So cherish the words, both old and new,
For in their beauty, we renew.
The heart of culture, ever grand,
The language of the world, hand in hand.