Amid valleys low, where streams gently glide,
Lies a tale untold, in a book's quiet stride.
Pages rise like mountains, each step they reveal,
Multitudes of misleads, in waters concealed.

Within those deep rivers, they dance and weave,
Deceptive currents that subtly deceive.
Through valleys of doubt, they twist and they turn,
Leading astray those who eagerly yearn.

Oppresion casts shadows on each written height,
Injustices etched, dimming hope's light.
Yet with every page turned, a step on this climb,
The power of knowledge transcends space and time.

At the peak stands a book, a beacon so bright,
Holding life's essence, truth's resolute light.
Important truths gleam, like stars in the night,
Guiding us forward, dispelling the plight.