Cover
adorned but the truth lies below,
Most
glance at the surface, the colours, and the arts
Yet few will discover the depths of the heart.
We are
like a book with stories to tell,
Cover
maybe old, authors are sometimes unknown,
But
it's the pages within that hold what is pure.
Some
read just the intro because they get bored,
But missing the chapters that explain who we really are.
We are
like a book with stories to tell,
Critics
may chatter with opinion so loud,
Judging
the story, lost in the crowd,
But
they know not the struggles, the triumphs, the pain,
The ink of our journeys, the joy and the strain.
We are
like a book with stories forget,
For
every life lived is a nature so rich,
With
twist and with turns, each moment a stitch,
The
laughter, the sorrow, the lessons we learn,
Are woven together like pages that turn.
We are
like a book and like a reader of the book,
Let us
be patient with those who just see,
The
cover we wear, the face that we see
For
beneath every surface there's more to explore,
A library of souls with tales to adore.
We are
like a book and like a keeper of the book,
Let us
seek to discover, to read and to know,
The
stories of others, the seeds they may sow,
For in
understanding we find common ground
In the
pages of life, true connection is found,
We
read, we tell, we care, and we keep.