Cool is the English verse,

A breeze that whispers through the trees.

In lines so neat and precise,

It paints a world with vivid grace.

Cool is the English verse,

Where words like icebergs float and rest.

In each stanza, a story's told,

With elegance that never grows old.

Cool is the English verse,

A melody that time can't erase.

From sonnets to free verse, it flows,

In every line, a poet's voice aglow.

Cool is the English verse,

A journey through time and space.

From Shakespeare's plays to modern rhymes,

It captures all in its embrace.

Cool is the English verse,

A language that in poetry finds its worth.

It speaks of love and loss and strife,

With words that touch our deepest life.

Cool is the English verse,

A mirror to our human heart.

In its lines we find ourselves portrayed,

With all our hopes and fears imparted.

Cool is the English verse,

A timeless treasure to cherish.

In every word and every phrase,

It offers us a world of grace.