The environment
The place
The moment
The time
The breeze
The sound
The energy
The quietness
The fun
The little winks you get from others
Communication with words
you understand it all in the library
The whole world around you in the form of books and few people
Bumping into others
Friendship is built
If you understand the books, you understand the world
You get to know why everything happens
The librarian sees it all
like sitting in the cinema, watching a lifetime movie
Now the sun is shining
Through the tall windows.
The library is a quiet place.
Angels and gods huddled
In dark unopened books.
The great secret lies
You don't hear the choir in the library
But they sing to you words of comfort from the books you read
the feeling might not be the same, some are tragic
But every book gives comfort in its own way
I could never have dreamt that there were such goings-on
in the world between the covers of books,
such sandstorms and ice blasts of words,
such staggering peace, such enormous laughter,
such and so many blinding bright lights,
splashing all over the pages
in a million bits and pieces
all of which were words, words, words,
and each of which were alive forever
in its own delight and glory and oddity and light.
Open a book
And you will find
People and places of every kind;
Open a book
And you can be
Anything that you want to be;
Open a book
And you can share
Wondrous worlds you find in there;
Open a book
And I will too
You read to me
And I’ll read to you.
Books to the ceiling,
Books to the sky,
My piles of books are a mile high.
How I love them!
How I need them!
I’ll have a long beard by the time I read them.
knowledge is impacted
Lifestyles learned
Sounds from the flipping of pages to the singing of birds
even the breeze is heard
adventures untold
imaginations like reality
The fellowship of books is real.
They’re never noisy when you’re still.
They won’t disturb you at your meal.
They’ll comfort you when you are ill.
The lonesome hours they’ll always share.
When slighted they will not complain.
And though for them you’ve ceased to care
Your constant friends they’ll still remain.
Measures of ages
Times and seasons
A place of peace and war the brain becomes
The the brain takes you through many adventures
You can decide on been a captain, a pilot or a locomotive driver leading a community into a new world
You determine whether to go to the past, present or future with just an imaginative mind and experience
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