Book

I stare and look upon the tree
It’s the beginning of a book for me
The tree is cut
The paper is made
The words are printed upon the page
The book is sent to the shop
I buy and read it non-stop
All the characters
The intriguing story
Filled with love, loss and unending glory
The feeling of satisfaction
To finish a book full of action
It leaves me with a sense of joy
To know this feeling can never be destroyed
The story ends
But you can start again
A book from a tree