In the quiet corners of a sunlit room,
Pages whisper secrets of worlds unknown,
Books, like portals, break the gloom,
Inviting hearts to journeys unshown.

With every turn of the delicate leaf,
Stories unfold in vivid hues,
Each word a brush, painting belief,
In dreams where reality renews.

Through tales of wonder, joy, and pain,
A reader’s soul begins to soar,
Finding solace in the refrain,
Of voices past, forevermore.

In the silence, echoes softly ring,
A symphony only the heart can hear,
For in reading, the spirit takes wing,
To lands of adventure, far and near.