Words. Poem by Aisha S. Kingu

Words hold power, pure and deep,
For in their weave, our dreams do sleep.
They shape, they build, they carve, they mold,
In their embrace, the world unfolds.

With words of light, the dawn begins,
A path is drawn, where hope spins.
A life takes flight on whispers sweet,
As magic stirs where voices meet.

Words bring forth the heart's pure glow,
A shield of strength where virtues grow.
They craft the canvas, bold and bright,
And nurture life with endless light.