The legacy of Latin

In ancient scrolls where Latin bloomed, A tongue of scholars, time has groomed. Through whispered winds and warlike cries, It sailed the ages, touched the skies.

With every phrase, each word it gave, A root for languages to brave. From Rome's proud heart, it spread afar, Its echoes shaping who we are.

In "mater" we find "mother's" grace, In "pater," fathers take their place. From "aqua’s" depths to "terra’s" lands, It molded worlds with ancient hands.

It carved our laws, our truths, our names, And still its power fuels our claims. In "justice," "vision," "court," we see, The Latin roots that set us free.

It whispers still in days we keep, In "lundi's" dawn, or "martes'" sweep. A language lost, yet never gone, It lives in every spoken song.

In every phrase, in every tone, Its influence, a timeless stone. The language dead, yet ever bright, Latin breathes in words we write.