Book

Hundreds of pages, each made from a tree
Thousands of letters, I wonder how many there could be?
Words printed in ink
The pages go flick
I’m transported into a world
where there is no such thing as words,
But there is only images
My heart wrenches every minute
A war has started; they’ll win this fight
I’m trying not to cry with all my might
Here comes the waterfall…
The corners are bent from such a tight grip
This is not real
I try to get my act together