Book

Born from plants, intimidating and towering.
Sliced into thin, bendy plains.
Ink is splashed, splattered and soaked onto bare pages.
Words and meaning thrown into existence.
Bound together with cylindrical strands of delicate cotton.
A chunky, firm cover hides all amazement from view.
Shoved harshly into darkness.
Movement, through towns and cities, states and countries.
At last picked up.
Noticed.
Placed lightly down on tanned, polished wood.
Left to be gawked and gazed at for years to come.
Until one day, touched.
Gently slid into darkness.
Movement,
But not far.
Bright, youthful eyes stare and touch for weeks on end.
Then left, forgotten.
Under mountains of unspecified objects.
Until one day…