In the hushed embrace of wooden aisles,
Where whispers of wisdom softly compile,
A world unfolds in printed lore,
Each page a portal, each book a door.

Shadows dance with the morning light,
As stories awaken, ready for flight,
Ancient tomes and new creations,
Weaving webs of imagination.

Forgotten realms and future dreams,
Bound in bindings, stitched in seams,
A library’s heart beats with silent grace,
A refuge from the world’s fast-paced race.

Here, in the sanctuary of silent stories,
We find our past and future glories,
A haven where the mind can soar,
In the company of words, forevermore.