In the quiet hush of evening’s glow,
When the world is still and time is slow,
I open a book and begin to dive,
Into tales where dreams come alive.

Each word a step, each sentence a path,
Leading me through a story’s vast bath,
Characters dance and whispers speak,
In the world of reading, I find what I seek.

Pages turn with eager hands,
Exploring far and distant lands,
Imagination unfurls its wings,
In the silence, my heart sings.

The journey ends as the night grows deep,
Yet the stories linger, in my soul they keep,
A treasure trove of worlds unseen,
In the realm of books, I’ve truly been.