Fresh Kittens, After Old Mittens [anti-copy-cat]

Long woes and tidings I bring,
Today I hear, they must rhyme and sing,
There are only so many words on earth,
Each one a jewel, i feel their worth,
Hear how just four words inspire,
For nations fall and no longer conspire,

"I had a dream..." said the King,

The world's long winter, turned to spring,
There are great words out there,
We should not forget them here,
But there is a time to live in the past,
And times to make things last,
Sweet Opussia, beautiful words,
The creativity will be heard,
Let us step into the future,
Old wounds have had their sutures,
Let us now praise and sing,
And bring new wordy-power into our spring.

[for the creation of new, beautiful words while having a healthy respect for the words that have made our world thus far]