Mystical stories fill the night,
an endless tale under the sky,
the greenest forest twinkles bright,
inspiring hopes so wishes fly.
A book that floats through in-betweens,
sprinkles of stardust become keys,
so powerful it goes unseen,
yet makes it so nature flies free.
Each page creates a better step,
that carries with it what comes next,
lingering past is cleared and swept,
rainbows of joy appear to flex.
Some chapters end, new ones arrive,
tears that condense pour rain and shine.
All characters become alive,
blooming while feeling so divine.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy