In the middle of nowhere
Its secrets safe behind a lock
What, then, is so important?

In the middle of nowhere
Its secrets safe behind a lock
What, then, is so important?

Just a memory
Of years gone by
Spring’s call cannot
Coax the leaves to appear ever again

Winter’s secrets fade
With Spring’s red dawn
A tree whispers its leaves awake
Others, silent forever

The yellow door holds
Its secrets dear, yet beckons
To each passerby

Find them anywhere
And everywhere, little
Libraries to share
