They don't mock,
they don't compare,
they don't evaluate,
they just speak.
Books are noble beings.
Heedless of my wandering mind,
they speak coherently.
Heedless of my amorphous perception,
they speak lucidly.
Books are noble beings.
Wisdom floating in their pages,
Patience running through their bindings,
Brimming with data, facts and illustration,
Silently sit they in my shelf.
Books are noble beings.
While I nothing in my head
nothing in my mind,
move around boisterously.
Truly,
Books are noble beings.
