A book's a friend, on quiet days, 
A whispered secret, a calm haze. 
No screen to light, no buttons to press, 
Just ink and paper, an endless guess

At worlds unseen, tucked in its spine, 
A pirate's map, a hidden line. 
A dusty tomb, a castle high, 
With every turn, a new sky.

Words like whispers, soft and sly, 
Can make you giggle, make you cry. 
They paint a picture, bright and bold,
 Of friendship's grip, and stories told.

So let’s grab a book, beneath the shade, 
And let our minds wander, unafraid. 
For in its pages, we hold the key, 
To unlock worlds, wild and free.