Waves of Books
In a quaint little town, nestled by the sea, There stood a bookstore, so charming and free. Its name was “Waves of Books,” and it held such allure, With shelves full of knowledge and stories to endure.
The owner, an old man with a smile so warm, Welcomed all visitors, weathered by the storm. He’d greet them with wisdom and tales to unfold, For each book he cherished was a treasure untold.
The first wave of books, like a gentle sea breeze, Were picture books and fairy tales, for children at ease. With colorful illustrations and lessons so grand, Young minds were enchanted, their imaginations fanned.
The second wave swelled with novels and prose, Where heroes and villains in epic tales arose. Romance, mystery, and adventure untold, Readers found solace in the stories they’d hold.
As the waves crashed on, poetry arrived, With verses so eloquent, hearts were revived. Emotions and feelings penned on each page, A symphony of words, an artistic outrage.
Non-fiction arrived in a third crashing wave, With facts and ideas to ponder and crave. History, science, and biographies so real, Enlightening minds with knowledge’s appeal.
With each wave that rolled in, the store grew, With treasures aplenty, both old and anew. The old man’s passion ignited each soul, For books were his anchors, making him whole.
