In quiet halls, the wise gather to grow,
Their hands turn pages, dreams begin to show.
From screens to seeds, the knowledge gently flows,
Each lesson learned, a blossoming to know.
Among the shelves, a myriad of light,
The flicker of the mind, the heart takes flight.
From garden blooms to code that sparks the night,
In every course, a journey pure and bright.
In whispered pages, futures softly bloom,
A haven found within the library\'s womb.
From ancient lore to modern, boundless room,
In every word, a hint of life\'s perfume.
Andragogy\'s gift, a timeless thread,
Connecting hearts, where countless minds are fed.