The stories writ by human hands
Describe a little world
Where authors stand upon a hill
Holding banners unfurled
“This is my tale for you to read
In it I cast my soul
So you can see a piece of me
And get to know the whole”
Our stories tell of heroes strong
And villains in the lairs
From ancient steppes of mountains tall
To pigs at county fairs
We cherish past and present thoughts
And write new history
Of worlds mystic and rich with lore
And print them on a tree
Those stories writ by human hands
Are windows to the heart
So cherish them and authors too
Respect those works of art