In the soft rustle of turning leaves,
Lies a world waiting to unfold,
Stories woven in silent threads,
Tales of courage, wisdom untold.

Each book a portal, vast and wide,
Windows to realms both near and far,
In whispered lines, our minds take flight,
To distant lands where dreams are stars.

Through every chapter, a new embrace,
Lessons etched in ink and time,
The dance of letters, a gentle grace,
Knowledge shared in rhythm and rhyme.

So hold a book, its pages tight,
Let its wisdom light your way,
For in each story, a guiding light,
A treasure found in night or day.