Books, chapter’s, pages filled with thought;
Unlocks imagination within our minds,
That expands with the story plot.
It takes us on a magic ride through time, space and new worlds.
The leafy pages teach us about the world,
Like trees teach us about the past.
They can be about anything untold.
Books are the gifts of the past and present.
They tell us of wondrous things, better than anything else,
And they are the keys to knowing ourselves.
Books are here with us today;
They will never go away.
Isn't it just
awful great. I kinda hoped you enjoyed it, but I understand if you didn't besides this was my first poem I wrote.