In the silent whispers of the night,
Books open like portals wide,
Adventures spring from every line,
Guiding hearts to lands untied.

Beneath the ink of stories old,
Characters breathe with fervent grace,
Worlds unknown and tales retold,
Invite us to a boundless space.

The rustle of pages speaks to the soul,
A gentle lullaby of thought,
In every chapter, we find the whole,
In every word, wisdom is sought.

So let us read, and dreams shall soar,
Beyond the realms of time and place,
For in the books our spirits explore,
We find our own, unrivaled trace.