When I enter a bookshop,
I see stories clinging onto shelves nonstop.
I want to look at every shelf,
Even the fantasy stories of an elf.
The environment makes me feel as if I should never leave,
Just sit down and read.
The cosy chairs,
Sad stories that shed tears.
Then I think,
I could have ordered books in a blink.
But it won't be as fun,
In the beautiful world of stories that has just begun!