it is the length and breath from which words are born it catapults building from provocative thought to reality it is the sand that creates and travels through our generation pillars of blood, sweat and tears for the inhabitants of a future earth Language is the message from past to future kings It lavishes our minds with description of all things fascinating You are in fear for the words that might just predict your demise Wrapped in tears are the words of a mother before death For as her child is delivered, words emerge replicating her spirit what is the master? Creation, mathematics or a constant glimpse into the future Our language holds key to past civilizations Further entice me she says Speak the start of our love with a glimpse and a whisper with your enchanting words Language speaks as it is the true soul of life. Language considers you family even after love departs Remember the words you speak build or destroy a mending soul..