In the quiet halls of endless lore,
Where shadows dance on wooden floors,
The whispers of the past we hear,
Their secrets woven, crystal clear.

The pages turn with gentle grace,
A timeless journey we embrace,
Through realms of thought, both new and old,
In every word, a story told.

Mountains of wisdom, valleys deep,
Guarded by the dreams we keep,
In endless quests for truth and light,
We journey on through day and night.

Knowledge, a river flowing wide,
A guiding star, our trusted guide,
With every dawn, a new horizon,
As we seek the truths that lie beyond.