I run in the library’s door,
my face is full of glee.
Where I can let my mind explore
and expand by feeling free.

A place where dragons, fairies, and unicorns exist
and stars and flowers talk.
A place where my heart is not hesitant,
to finally do what I want.

It pulls you into the setting of the book,
like a vortex of water.
Me, intrigued, it took,
bring back days of joy and laughter.

A world that always has positive endings,
to make a smile spread.
All the emotions in the settings,
anger, happiness, and dread.

Oh, the genres are so much fun,
each especially unique.
Mystery, fantasy, even the minor ones,
you’ll know it’s true, you’ll see.

Who is the guy who stole the gold,
see, it always makes you wonder “why?”
All the answers, waiting to behold,
without even having to try.

Chapters, comics, picture books,
for ages small to big.
Any kind of font can be put
or any kind of grid.

But just remember,
they’re all just meant to be read.
In any kind of changing weather,
it’s worth every hour you spend.

Maybe someday you could try,
to figure out what reading really means.
There are infinite ways to describe it,
just remember what it means to read.