The Book

Dust covers the book like snow on the frosty ground,
Delicate hands pass the book along.
Its frail pages wither and tear as time crawls by,
The book is as old as time.
Over the years it has turned into a fragile piece of glass,
With immense caution and care its pages are turned.

The book has a desire,
A burning passion to share all the knowledge it has buried inside.
As each word is read the book feels a weight,
A burden being lifted of its shoulders.

The book enlightens its reader with the indescribable means of imagination,
Inspiring people and providing them with knowledge.
The book has the ability to change one’s thinking,
For the betterment of society.

The words in the book speak louder than actions,
Filling others with the greatest treasure,
Making one's voice heard.
These words the book carry are strong,
From an author's heart to a reader's mind.