Languages

In tongues unknown to mortal ear,

Languages weave, ancient and clear.

Whispers of cultures, tales untold,

In scripts of silver and scripts of gold.

Words that dance upon the breeze,

Echoes of past and future seas.

Each syllable a bridge, a gate,

To lands afar, to destinies great.

From the tongues of elders, wisdom flows,

In cadences that history knows.

Babel's tower, a mosaic of sound,

In every dialect, truths abound.

For in diversity, humanity's might.

Each tongue a brushstroke on life's grand stage,

Painting our stories, age after age.

So cherish the melodies languages sing,

In the tapestry of existence, each voice a wing.