In the quiet corners of a library vast,
Stories whisper of ages past.
Pages turn with a silent grace,
And transport us to another place.
Words crafted with meticulous care,
Echo in the silence, hang in the air.
Heroes, villains, and lands unseen,
Come alive in a literary dream.
Wisdom hidden in the lines we read,
Guides our hearts and plants a seed.
Imagination’s fire, a gentle spark,
Illuminates our minds in the dark.
Oh, the timeless dance of words and thought,
In every book, a lesson sought.
Literature’s magic, pure and free,
Opens doors to eternity.