The lungs, the air pump
The vocal folds viberate to use it dump
The larynx muscle makes the tone sweeter
Above the larynx,  sound articulate and filter

Words are implement
The good use are to tent
Thought of words i don't meant
My wish,  they all melt

Words are powerful
In a bit of secounds they are full
Easy to spell  out
Maybe i was right in a doubt

Words are sweet
They make you renowed in a tweet
Like a god in the gold street
A dream i don't intend to thwart

Words are creative
Creative mind is a native
Like a safe city in a hidden rock
How can planting and harvesting work

Words are comfort
Where paranoid mind comport
Like the story of a peaceful street
No history of a stolen neat

Words are fire
It destroys man in ire
Like a drop in a fuel tank
It swiftly increase in rank