In the quiet corners where knowledge dwells,
Among the stacks, stories silently tell.
Bound in leather, paper, and ink,
Each shelf a portal, inviting us to think.

Echoes of authors, voices from the past,
Preserved in pages, their wisdoms cast.
A sanctuary of silence, a haven of light,
Where minds converge, both day and night.

The scent of old books, a fragrant trace,
Of journeys taken through time and space.
From ancient scrolls to modern prose,
The library’s heart eternally grows.

Here, dreams are woven, knowledge unfurled,
A treasure trove of the world’s pearls.
Within these walls, imagination flies,
In the whispers of the library, wisdom lies.