In quiet corners of a dusty room,
A world awakens from its slumber deep,
Where dreams are woven on each page,
And knowledge into hearts does seep.

Through stories told in ink and pen,
We traverse lands both near and far,
With every chapter, every line,
We find ourselves just who we are.

The wisdom of the ages past,
Through reading, we embrace and hold,
A treasure trove of thoughts and dreams,
In every book, new tales unfold.

So let us cherish written words,
For in their depths, we find our way,
The magic of a book in hand,
Will guide us through our darkest day.