In libraries vast and quiet halls,
Where whispers of old tales do call,
Each page a portal, each word a key,
Unlocking realms of mystery.

Through epochs lost, through ages grand,
The quill and ink held steady hand,
Crafting worlds from thoughts and dreams,
In endless prose, in flowing streams.

The poet’s heart, the scholar’s mind,
In literature, their souls we find,
A timeless dance of thoughts unfurled,
In every book, a brand new world.

So let us cherish, let us read,
From ancient scrolls to modern creed,
For in this dance, we all partake,
With every word, new paths we make.