In the whispering halls where silence reigns,
Shelves stand like sentinels, guarding the past.
Pages flutter like wings, seeking to explain,
Stories of old, woven to last.

A sanctuary of thought, a refuge of dreams,
Where minds meet across the ages.
In quiet corners, sunlight softly streams,
Illuminating wisdom on the pages.

Endless aisles of knowledge, vast and deep,
Chronicles of laughter and sorrow.
Between the lines, secrets gently seep,
Promising a brighter tomorrow.

In this realm of endless wonder,
Imagination takes flight, unbound.
Beneath the quiet, hear the thunder
Of voices from the past, profound.