My language flows as from rivers and stars,
Expanding, decreasing, our lives to enlarge,
My mellow, my anger, my loving, my lust,
The things in my life in which I can trust,

In all of my toils, my wins and my fails,
My language has grown to a full set of sails,
It leaps over buildings, flies beyond stars,
Walks across water, stands upon Mars,
It cradles a baby, weeps tears when I'm sad,
Rains sunshine, laughter, smiles when I'm glad,

My language is simple, with content that shines,
Spoken and listened to till the end of time,
Fame without fortune, the poets par,
I may be considered
The winner by far.