It swirls around my tongue
Sometimes smooth like skin young,
But, sometimes coarse and rough.
It holds great power;
Some beckon it, but for cover, makes many run.
Many wish to wield it;
Some to destroy; some to create beauty.
Yet many others over look it;
A mistake, very costly, that be.
For in it lies mankind’s greatest achievement,
But now, for great strife, it is now the cause;
A pity, for in itself, it’s sheer beauty.
Humans put it to different use,
Often based on a certain muse.
From it comes both literature and cussing;
Language, that’s my musing.