Each letter has a distinct purpose,
backing the creature up for life,
the blankets caressing
with each turn and bend,
a sweet smell of knowledge
puts us in the ranks
with the wisest of wise men,
only those who take in
the beauty of it all,
can experience the delicate
wings of the selfless butterfly,
the worn machines covered
with the ink and care,
to hear a round laugh,
or to drain a solemn tear,
the need is always the same.
Each stitch in the spine
is a stitch of the heart,
for our neverfaltering butterfly,
a lifeline, a joy, a necessity, for sure,
the butterfly or the book, its all in the same.