English, a restless sea of words,
Where whispering vowels and consonants swirl,
A tapestry stitched with borrowed threads,
From distant shores, from every tongue.
It dances in Shakespearean verse,
It hums in modern slang and tweets,
A puzzle of rules, exceptions, and rhymes,
Yet fluid as the wind through open streets.
Its grammar is both cage and key,
Its idioms, a secret handshake,
Metaphors blooming like wildflowers,
Similes shimmering in morning light.
English, a bridge and a labyrinth,
A home for the storyteller’s fire,
A language that carries the world within,
Ever-changing, yet never tired.