Amongst leaves yellowed
And bindings corrugated
The pulp of trees bygone
Lie their rings experienced
Now gone from mortality
Innocuous thoughts, ideas
Arboreal canopy's heights
They give a view overseeing
That creates understanding
A passage in darkened wood
Unbound by printed texts
Amid stands of cluttered tomes
Their coverings varied so
Like those leaves of each fall
A colourful kaleidoscopic view