In the quiet corners of a sunlit room,
Where pages whisper secrets of old,
Books unfold worlds in gentle bloom,
Stories in ink, dreams to hold.

The rustle of pages, a soothing sound,
As characters dance through time and space,
With every turn, new adventures found,
In this boundless, enchanting place.

Lost in tales of distant lands,
Where heroes rise and legends are born,
Each paragraph a magic strand,
Woven through night, into the morn.

Reading, a journey of heart and mind,
A sanctuary where the soul finds rest,
In every book, treasures to find,
In the world of words, we are truly blessed.