A wholesome tongue is a tree of life
It brings hope and joy to light
It shields from harm and danger
It is a balm of healing; medicine to the soul
A wholesome tongue resuscitates to consciousness
It makes hope to come alive.
A rash tongue kills the soul.
It is brutal and cruel.
Tearing to pieces the layers of the heart
Planting the seed of discord and strife.

The tongue is a subtle part of our members
Yet it shapes minds and destinies
It boasts of outstanding results
It plants seeds that last for ages without end
It tears and builds simultaneously
It makes one feeble and empowers another
Vigour and might lie with it.
It shatters, shapes and sharpens minds and hearts alike.

It's just gonna go on.
This life.
It forever evolves.

All these poems written,
But i'm just perplexed and sleep-ridden
Most of the time
See, i can cultivate pretty decent rhymes
But most people don't have the time
Or don't see
What i'm doing
Nothing personal intended, i know
But maybe when times goes by and humanity evolves
It will gain traction and become something
Get the ball rolling some more
The warm-up isn't as hot as it used to be
I'm trying to dig into everyone's spirits again
And start that engine that used to work so well
Even when i'm not too swell,
I point to happiness pretty well.