Gathering words, like flowers in a field,
Each one unique, with its own appeal.
Some like daisies, simple and bright,
Others like roses, a complex delight.
Words are treasures, to be carefully picked,
Arranged and woven, until they click.
They can heal, they can inspire,
They can build, they can light the fire.
Gathering words, a task so dear,
To speak from the heart, without fear.
Let them flow, in a powerful stream,
And make the world a better dream.