Within the walls of endless tomes,
A quiet realm where knowledge roams.
Pages turn like whispered dreams,
In this haven where silence beams.

Shadows dance on ancient shelves,
Guardians of stories that tell themselves.
Time slows down in corners deep,
Where secrets of the ages sleep.

The scent of paper, old and wise,
Holds the echoes of countless skies.
In every book, a world unfolds,
Adventures penned in ink and gold.

A sanctuary from the world’s haste,
In this library, no time is waste.
Here, the mind can freely wander,
In realms of thought, forever yonder.