In the library\'s silent, sheltered space,
The books await our curious embrace,
Their stories old and new, their pages turned,
With every reader\'s interest newly earned.
The quiet whispers of the turning page,
As shelves and rows of knowledge age,
The magic of the printed word,
In stories read and songs unheard.
Amidst the quiet, endless rows,
A sense of wonder inside me glows,
In the library\'s tranquil, hallowed halls,
The past, the present, the future calls.
And though the world outside is dark and grim,
In the library, hope and light still swim,
With every book that we discover,
Our understanding of the world grows greater.
So let us wander, page by page,
In the library\'s timeless age,
And lose ourselves in words and thought,
In this haven of the mind, we\'re never caught.