Within the library’s hallowed halls,
Among the whispers and the silent calls,
Lies a world of endless dreams,
A river of ever-flowing streams.
Shelves lined with wisdom’s weight,
Stories of love, fear, and fate,
Pages turned by curious hands,
Minds transported to distant lands.
The scent of paper, old and new,
Tales of many, written by few,
In the quiet, minds find peace,
In every book, a new release.
The library, a sanctuary true,
A place where dreams and thoughts accrue,
Here, knowledge grows, minds ignite,
In its embrace, we find our light.