Call me a pretty bird,
For I know to fly.
Call me whatever you want
You are always on my mind.
Don't let us slip too far into sadness
I'd hate to be unable to find
The reasons for the seasons
Happiness guised as madness
You are everything all the time.

The first words spoken
May not have been this
Evolved over the centuries
What would we do without words?
They are ubiquitous-
In our thoughts
In our minds
In our expression
In our eyes
In our soul
In the scripts
In science
In the folklore
In the myths
In the mysteries
In the signs
In the poetry
In the prose
In philosophy
In the cave drawings
In the hieroglyphs
Words evolved and added
By the Bards of yesteryear
From whom we have inherited
Many new we have coined
Reading their words of wisdom
Words give solace
Words sometimes hurt
Our dreams have words
And words shall remain
Passed on through scripts
And through oral tradition
Carrying the rich heritage
For centuries to come
Above all, speak words that heal
And tales of mankind's bonhomie!