Darkness surrounded by six sides
Whatever it contains it hides
Ancient things from history holds
Safe from rust and moth and mold
Though many kings it may preserve
It doesn’t receive the praise deserved
Twilight fades, the sun may shine
But darkness stays within six sides
-Jacob Jolibois
Waiting to hold, this book of trees
Fading thoughts and memories
The quill dipped, the candle lit
Upon the leaves, an epic writ
Firmly planted, thoughts take root
While the fire burns to ash and soot
The pen, a messenger of the mind
Writes the words which soon may shine
The gardner is done, steps back and sees
The thoughts on leaves in this book of trees
-Jacob Jolibois
