The Right Language

In a caring stream, of love serene,

The perfect communication, words unseen

Blessing the little one, with a gift of dreams

Language of mother, has the feeling supreme

In times of distress, like a shoulder to lean

In times of doubt, like a mirror pristine

Alike in praise or censure, the words would seem

Language of friendship, has the diction supreme

Bubbling with purpose, sharing a dream

Persisting the vision, until it is seen

Voiding the self, only the message resonating

Language of leadership, has the character supreme

Standing on its own, with a brilliant sheen

Reflecting outside, what lies within

Destroying barriers, of false esteem

Language of integrity, has the truth supreme

With the right intent, firmly carrying

On the channel of trust, slowly empowering

The right environment, gently creating

The language of silence, has the potent supreme