My mind absorbs a magical sunlight,
Everytime my hands open a book,
Whether my eyes want to read or my fingers want to write,
My brain starts bathing in the knowledge brook.
Like a plant’s root that absorbs nutrients from the soil below,
My brain nurtures the letters and plays with the ink;
I make sure I choose the right platter of words,
As your choice of books can make your moral sapling grow or shrink.
I inhale the the messages between the words,
While my eyes search for clues to answer unknown questions;
The leaves of my mind cook up a jamboree of thoughts,
And make sure my heart’s flowers spread the aroma of divine intentions.
My book plants that I water daily, have taught me to be wisely humble,
As I taste the fruit of the pen’s labour and plant another seed of a tale.
