Sonnet #110

There's just one book, apparently, we need

The only one to read and study, about humanity

It's a good book, and I enjoy it, when I read

this book, I feel connected to some kind of infinity

But, the connection I feel is just as strong

When I stand in a forest and hear the birds

The crickets and rustling leaves, a peace song

played with the gentlest breath of cosmic words

That construct galaxies, fortify the stars, black holes,

And blow a little breeze through autumn leaves

There's other books I know where I feel the souls

All those histories and mysteries burning and free

So, there is just one book, for some of us to read

But don't pretend to me it's the only one I need