A miracle of rare device.

The spell of language weaves a complex web,
Where lies the essence of meaning within.
To such a deep delight emotions ebb,
As we return to see the world again,
Through others' eyes we contemplate the stars
Sparkling far beyond our mortal grasp;
In terms of words this portrait's shown to us
A picture of beauty residing in its clasp.

In time we may well come to understand
Why the dreaming heavens' language did descend.