In leather bound or cardboard guise,
With pages crisp or worn with sighs,
A book unfolds, a world within,
Where whispers turn to mighty din.

With inkstained tales and painted scenes,
Adventure calls, a siren keen,
Across the plains, through castle halls,
Through whispered magic, echoing falls.

We sail the seas with pirates bold,
Or climb the clouds where dragons mold,
With hearts that race and senses keen,...