Devouring precious words, Extraordinary text, Once hidden in a treasure chest, Inside of a stranger’s mind. The crisp scent of a new book, A collection of poems, The key to someone’s mind and striking soul. You force yourself into the marshy boots of a young girl residing on an ancient farmland field, You feel the sunlight soaking your face, As you pluck strawberries from the leafy shrubs, And ride a horse across the endless meadows to taste liberty. You inhale the air of their world, That lives exclusively in your mind. A world of ecstatic glee, And shed distressed teardrops for all their little world’s sadness. You’ve teleported into a different realm, Following the flow of beautifully chained words, And letting your imagination run free. You are living in the life, A poet once dreamed.