Inside A Crooked Tree

You find yourself wondering in a great wood,
only to come upon a crooked tree,
curved apart at the middle where two large branches diverge,
there you see hidden between the leaves,
a book that seems to be lost to time,
sitting there, waiting, for someone to pick it up.

There's a faint glow to the dark purple book,
and something strange lingers the air, whispers, giggles, telling you to open it,
and perhaps, it won't hurt to sit and read for a little while,
to escape the horrors of your current reality, and enter a new one...