In the quiet corners of the library’s embrace,
Lies the doorway to worlds unknown,
A book’s whisper, a gentle trace,
Guiding each reader to realms they’ve never flown.

With every page, a new horizon seen,
Characters dance across the mind’s stage,
In the stories, we find what has been,
And the wisdom that grows with age.

Through the ink, empathy starts to bloom,
As we walk in shoes not our own,
Understanding dispels the gloom,
In the gardens of thought, compassion is sown.

Imagination’s wings spread wide and free,
Soaring high on tales untold,
Books unlock the heart’s mystery,
In their pages, the future unfolds.