In the stillness of the library’s embrace,
Stories whisper through the silent space.
Pages turn with a gentle grace,
Lost in time, we find our place.

Shelves stand tall with tales untold,
Bound in leather, worn and old.
Each book a treasure to behold,
A world within, rich and bold.

The scent of knowledge fills the air,
A sanctuary from worldly care.
In this quiet, we are aware,
Of dreams and thoughts we long to share.

So let us wander, let us read,
Satisfy the mind’s deep need.
For in these books, our souls are freed,
In the library, we plant the seed.