In ancient halls where wisdom dwells,
The stories of mankind unfold,
With ink and parchment, tales we tell,
Through human hearts, our truths are sold.

The whispers of the past persist,
In languages both old and new,
Philosophy and art exist,
To paint the skies in varied hues.

The dance of words, the play of minds,
History and culture blend,
In every text, a treasure finds,
The soul of man, no time can bend.

So let us cherish, let us keep,
The strands of hums that bind us tight,
For in these studies, vast and deep,
We find our way, we find our light.