List+Poem


 * Books**

It is made from the living fiber of trees With its jacket painted all the vibrant tones of a rainbow. It rustles like the leaves of autumn, blowing in the wind. It smells, oh the never-ending variety of smells With its freshly cut wood aroma imprinted with the smell of wisdom. It seeps out knowledge and information, nonsense and uselessness. It is understood by many, weather in its worded form or its visual images. Its thickness as varied as the different heights of trees around the world. It can live in a secluded wooden tomb for decades, Without a seeker searching for its secrets within. Or it can be reincarnated for the use of generations to come. It is loved and adored by many With its purpose laid out in plain sight for any to discover.

List Reflection