In realms where ink and paper meet,
Where thoughts of men take silent flight,
Upon the canvas, words entreat,
A world of wonders in the night.

Through pages worn and stories old,
The whispers of the past arise,
In every tale and plot retold,
Imagination never dies.

The quill becomes a magic wand,
Weaving dreams in every line,
From distant lands to hearts so fond,
Through literature, our souls align.

So let us cherish every tome,
Each paragraph, each verse, each rhyme,
For in their depths, we find a home,
A timeless journey through all time.