The Book of Time-Son Nguyen

The Book of Time

The scent of time, suddenly evaporates
Dust and dirt fade, light illuminates
Upon a cover, time subtly pauses,
And ye shall find what the book causes.

I have been told, of the power it embraces
Ye might ponder, the worth of its phrases.
Heartened words, may bestow greatness
So as ye are 'bout to harness.

The enlightened age, for vast knowledge ye seek
The Book of Time, ye shall surmount the siege.
Formidable gists that words entail
I proclaim, ye shall not fail.

For what ye pursue, the road of erudition
No fear, no worries, to be drawn in this expedition
Lines of wisdom, the Book of Time encompasses
Ye shall not deviate from its eminences.