LIBRARY POEM

POEM MY LIBRARY
by Varda One
It's only a room with shelves and books,
but it's far more magical than it looks
It's a jet on which I soar to lands that exist no more.
Or a key with which I find answers to questions crowding my mind.
Building my habit of learning and growing,
asking and researching till I reach knowing.
Here, I've been a mermaid and an elf
I've even learned to be more myself.
I think that I shall never see a place that's been more useful to me.
With encouraging kind friends with wit
Who tell me to dream big and never quit.
It's only a room with shelves and books,
but it's far more magical than it looks.