27 The Life of A Book is Forever

Caterpillars don’t make a sound
Only the things it encounters
Not at first at least
Even babes make some noise
But it’s not even a baby yet
The Book
Comes to life from its very surroundings
To develop its message
Must metamorphosize to exist
Its life will develop beautifully
after its time in the cocoon
of the mind where it originated
no nurturing needed for development
The world around will fill its pages
Beautiful words and stanzas
Where someone’s depth will grow
The life of a book is limited
Might stay intact
Might be burned at the stake
It exists as a bug
A butterfly of literary artwork
Defensive, beautiful, and developed
The contents are fragile
One drop of rain
On its wings
To land on the wrong lily pad of learning
And its physical life is over
But forever
It flaps its invisible wings forever.