On the occasion of International Mother Language Day tomorrow, my short poem "Language"

Amidst the words that dance and play,  
A language blooms, in bright array.  
Each phrase a brush, each verse a song,  
A tapestry of sound, where hearts belong.

In whispers soft or roaring cries,  
The language weaves in endless ties.  
A bridge between the minds that roam,  
A sanctuary, a place called home.

With letters joined in rhythmic flow,  
Ideas take flight and thrive and grow.  
Expressions shaped by human hand,  
A world of wonders at our command.

So let us cherish every word,  
In every language ever heard.  
For through our languages we find,  
A deeper truth, a shared mind.

In forests dense with syllables,  
The language weaves like green leaves filled.  
Each word a bird in flight so free,  
A melody of possibility.

In echoes of the ancient tongue,  
Stories whispered by the young.  
The past and present intertwined,  
A tapestry of humankind.

In vocabularies vast and wide,  
Emotions painted, dreams untied.  
The language shapes our thoughts and fears,  
A mirror held to all our years.

So let us revel in its grace,  
And let our words paint every space.  
For in the language that we share,  
Lies the power to create, repair.