Books

While everyone was asleep, After counting all the sheep. I sat in my bed by the candlelight And the darkness captured the night. A new book on my lap, That had a special map. It lead me to a story, With brave heroes and glory. Waiting for the characters to leap off the page, After one of them fought with rage. How I wanted the forest to come out and unwind, Leaving no trace of my room behind. Each book of mine had a special scent, That was carried with it,wherever we went. My books have travelled far and wide, On the beach, watching the tide. I love my old friends, Whose spine bends. Unleashing a mystery, With a deep history. Mischief and quests, I'm completely obsessed. With each and every tale, Where a crook ends up in jail. And the peasants become wealthy, The sick become healthy. The dying are cured, After all the pain they had endured. So leave all your games, And all your famous names. Come sit by the fire, Be ready to be inspired.