In a world of whimsy and rhyme, where colours dance in perfect time,
There lies a treasure chest of dreams, in picture books, so it seems,
With pages awash in hues so bold, where tales of wonder unfold,
A journey starts, a magic ride, where every child's heart opens wide.
Picture books, oh, what a gift! A realm where young minds spirits lift,
In every stroke of brush and pen, an entire universe to comprehend.
Their power is a wondrous thing, the stories and the images they bring,
For they unlock the doors of the mind, to places rare and undefined.
Visual symphonies that capture the eye, take us to realms far and nigh,
From forests deep to castles grand, with every stroke, they take a stand.
And in those vivid hues and lines, a gateway to enchanted signs,
We find the spark of endless dreams, in picture books' magical streams.
As words and art intertwine, young hearts and minds they do entwine,
For in this fusion, something blooms, and in young souls, it resumes,
A journey starts, as pages turn, as young minds forever yearn,
To learn, to dream, to understand, in picture books' vast wonderland.
Vocabulary blossoms, ideas ignite, as pages turn, a wondrous sight,
New worlds they discover, words unfurl, in the land of picture books, a pearl.
Inventive thoughts, imagination's spring, as children's voices start to sing,
And in this world, they find a friend, on every page, a tale to tend.
Each tale, a vessel of creation, nurturing young hearts' foundation,
For picture books are more than art, they're windows to a world apart,
A place of colours, shapes, and rhyme, where time stands still for a time,
And children's laughter fills the air, in the realm of picture books' care.
So, dear authors, take your pen, keep crafting wonders, again and again,
In the world of picture books, you're found, where young hearts are spellbound,
For you bring the gift of dreams and more, through every story's open door,
In the realm of imagination, where magic and wonder will forever soar.
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