To read is to commune with nature,
A very personal ritual,
Authors breath life on to these fragments of lumber,
Rejuvenation via ink and quill,
Your eyes scan across the veins of oak,
Hallucinating as you go line by line,
Seeing stars and lands never formed,
A veritable opera of sundry speakers,
Worlds of every ilk imaginable,
Fashioned by a writers madness,
Literary paths left for you on parchment,
The skin of the forest,
Books are the trees talking to us,
Mother Natures voice,
Translated by shamans of the written word.
WorldofHarley 
that is a very interesting take. the trees help us communicate with each other. now it’s the era of the amazon reader and the ebooks. I read everything online or via an ebook. that way i save a tree or two. 🙂
Thank you my friend! It’s true that ebooks and the like have made a dent in “traditional reading”. But I think saving the trees is just as important. ☺️
The Oldschool Harlequin
A brilliant perspective ! Fresh and new ideas on the value of literature. Really well done, my friend.
Thank you so much my friend. I was quite happy with this one, once again. ☺️
The Oldschool Harlequin