A grain of wood
Runs like a race car
Around a multi-colored track
Zooming down to the bottom
It zooms up
Then across
And back

Windowed doors
Let the knowledge
From the golden books out
Like a poetic story
Of authors like Dostoyevsky
And poets like Poe
Pour through the glass spout

Illuminous light
Seeps through glass shelves
From above
Filling all curious minds
With beauty
And love