IN THE LIBRARY by Harry

   

 In the library

I can hear

Whispering of the books 

Rustling of the leaves

Hushed mumbling of kids.

The sounds of the silence are deafening.

 

When the library's empty

All the words come to life

Books open

Millions of words are released

Talking and chatting for hours

Then slowly but surely

They begin to return

To their shelves

And wait patiently

Always waiting...

Waiting...

Until the library's empty.