The Winner by Far

My language flows born of 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 and flies beyond stars,
Walks over water and 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, my language is fine,
Spoken and listened to till the end of time,
Fame without fortune, the poets par,
I may be considered
The winner by far.

(C) Paul Letch 2012