The Gift Of Language...

Society: the driest place,

We were living in.

Until

Language resembling clouds showered love.

In drops.

Blossom of flowers.

Resembles as great creations,

And their scent,

Captivate,

Readers: Bumblebee, Butterfly and Bee.

Hovering over them,

For,

Collecting nectar.

Proves the sweetness of creations.

Whole environment,

Changed in a pleasant way.

Here appears 'Literature'.