Books

Walking through the forest
The light above obscured
The trail is straight
But I know not where I wander

The trees here are long dead
But they know ageless time now
As I walk among the trees that talk

Finally, I choose a fruit ripe
And sit to partake of its sweetness
The sugar is words of a time gone past
Leaving the core of knowledge now mine

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