The Power of Words
A whisper, soft as morning dew,
Can paint the world a brighter hue.
A syllable, a spoken sigh,
Can mend a heart beneath the sky.
For words are seeds that poets sow,
In fertile minds, a garden grows.
They can be honey, sweet and kind,
A gentle balm for weary mind.
They can be anchors in the storm,
To keep a hopeful spirit warm.
They build up trust, they weave a bond,
They reach for futures far beyond.
Yet words can be a sharpened blade,
A cruel remark, a trust betrayed.
A careless phrase, a bitter tongue,
Can leave a wound that's fresh and young.
A single sneer, a subtle slight,
Can cast a soul to endless night.
For they are fire, they can burn,
A lesson harsh that one must learn.
They can be chains that bind and hold,
A chilling story, stark and cold.
They tear down hope, they build up fear,
And linger, echoing, for years.

















































