The Language of Life
Evolution of Human Language
Language, a gift divine,
Evolved with man, through time.
From simple sounds to complex words,
It's the bridge that connects our worlds.
The grunts and groans of ancient man,
Became the roots of language's plan.
With words, they learned to communicate,
And passed their knowledge down, generation to generation, without debate.
From crude markings on cave walls,
To the written word, it evolved and calls
Out to us, to tell our tales,
And in doing so, we connect and never fail.
Language evolves, it never stands still,
New words and meanings, with each passing thrill.
It adapts to culture, geography, and time,
And in its evolution, it continues to shine.
Language is more than just words,
It's an expression of our hearts, a flock of birds.
A symphony of sound, that unites us all,
And in the end, it's our legacy, our clarion call.
So let us celebrate this gift of life,
For in it, we find our purpose, our strife.
In language, we find our greatest power,
The ability to connect, and our minds to flower.
About the Creator
Jacob Glory
I fell in love with words as a child. After overcoming self-doubt, I found my voice and began publishing my work online. Through my writing, I explore human emotion and weave stories that are raw and honest.
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Buried alive. What a horrible way to go. Yazz lay there, in her own thoughts. What else could she do? She was hungry, thirsty, tired, mentally, and physically exhausted, and more than anything, she was bored. She hoped she would die of boredom before anything else, anything else would've been more painful. Like many people had, she and her friends had talked about what they reckon the worst ways to die were, it was a morbid subject, but it came up every now and again. Yazz had always been one to argue her point on drowning, others had mentioned burning alive, slowly and painfully bleeding to death, hung drawn and quartered, and being starved to death. It was strange that none of them had considered being buried alive, it had never come up. But now, she was thinking back to those conversations her and her friends had had, how could they have not thought about it? It took a lot longer than the others, you were completely confined, you couldn't move or do anything, you just had to wait, until your body was physically unable to support a life system anymore, which could take up to four days. Four! By far the longest out of all of them. She recounted some of these conversations just to try and pass the time, anything to pass the time. It was difficult to know how much time had passed since she had been underground, it was difficult to know anything. There were many things that Yazz didn't know, she didn't know where she was, she didn't know how she'd got into the coffin, she'd just woken up there. Yazz also didn't know what time it was, or even what day it was, she guessed at Tuesday, it was Sunday evening when she'd been buried alive, intentionally, and although it had felt like weeks had passed, she was still alive, which means she hadn't died from dehydration, and therefore it couldn't have been more than four days.
By Liam Storm2 days ago in Fiction
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