In the library’s quiet embrace,
Where whispers of the past reside,
Books unfold their timeless grace,
A tapestry where thoughts collide.
Pages worn, yet filled with light,
Guiding seekers through the night,
Each word a star in endless sky,
Knowledge born, never to die.
Echoes of scholars, wise and bold,
Their voices in the margins scrolled,
Stories of truth, of dreams unchained,
In ink their legacy remains.
From ancient scrolls to digital streams,
The quest for wisdom ever gleams,
A journey vast, forever bold,
The heart of knowledge, to behold.