She reads aloud without a care

Unafraid that I am there

I have to wonder what she sees

When at last she looks at me

Continuing on with her journey in mind

She speaks of a forest, so soft and so kind

Of places that sparkle in emerald green

Of creatures she’s never really seen

Of beauty concealed in faraway lands

All this from the book

That she holds with her hands

Still she sits here before me

Enrapt in the story

As she utters the words

I can’t help but adore thee

 

 

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