In the ether of language, where words come alive,
The verb becomes breeze, in an endless dance to thrive.
Each syllable, each sound, each letter so fair,
Weaves the tapestry of tales, like a feather in air.
The word, like a phoenix, rises from the ashes,
Bearer of truth, of wisdom, in its tender flashes.
It paints the landscapes, sculpts the destinies,
In the vastness of the pages, where thought unfreezes.
It’s the key to dreams, the breath of the soul,
It sings the emotions, makes the heart whole.
In the whisper of words, lies the power,
To awaken minds, in the darkest hour.
Let each word be a jewel, each verse a delight,
In this realm of letters, where legends take flight.
For the word, it’s magic, the song of the infinite,
In the eternal symphony, where spirits unite.
Landscapes | April 10, 2023