Books
Inside every book, our skin and bones become paper and ink
Parts of us left scribed, weaved into its lingual fabric
Remaining, a glimpse of the mind in clever disguise
It’s true magic in how skillfully it transforms another’s
Shaping, inspiring one to evolve and think
Differently, like an elixir the curious eagerly drink
To learn, to inhale new worlds like sweet air after summer rain
A powerful tool that is just so
To empower the fool and give light where light is most needed
Carefully seeded in the fertile plot that is the self
Growing, as all characters must
To become the great author of life and not gather dust somewhere on the shelf
