They envelop you,
The processed tree barks.
They enrich you,
With knowledge so divine,
So pure, so enrapturing.
They touch you,
With their beautiful words,
So heart-rendering, so anguishing.
They love you,
They remind you of your beauty.
But, they also break hearts frequently.
They annoy you,
Their qualities render you speechless,
They haunt you. They creep you out.
They purify you,
Of all your ignorance.
All your stupidity. All your helplessness.
They stay with you,
Long after they cease to exist.
But let’s be honest,
They never stop existing.