At every fruiting corner of existing sits a language
That which varies wildly in its tongues of means
Multiplied explicitly, permitting a widened coverage
As it produces all of life’s promising scenes
An eternal recital of the birth of minds
As all mind’s works are myriads of means
Words, numbers, lines, and tunes of all kinds
Which surreally become one as genes
In the mother tongue of the world
That brings all guises to a sum
And it goes around the more the earth whirled
In and out of where it comes from
For the love and fondness to discuss
The manifestations of wonder and lust

Poem By: Farah A.Y