In libraries vast, where silence reigns,
Among the shelves, a treasure hides,
Pages whispering tales of old,
Stories of hearts and minds unfold.

The ink, a river of thoughts profound,
Carving paths through time and space,
Each word, a note in a symphony,
Conducting dreams with gentle grace.

Characters dance on paper stage,
Their voices echo through the night,
A timeless ballet of ink and soul,
Illuminating the darkest plight.

So let us wander, book in hand,
Through realms that authors dare to weave,
For in the boundless sea of words,
The spirit of literature we believe.