The library is a quiet world
tucked inside four gentle walls—
a place where stories breathe softly
and time walks on tiptoe.

Shelves stand like tall guardians,
holding kingdoms on their backs.
Every book is a doorway,
every page a tiny universe
waiting to open like a secret.

When I step inside,
the silence greets me warmly—
not empty silence,
but the soft hum
of a thousand dreams resting.

I touch a book,
and suddenly I am sailing oceans,
climbing silver mountains,
meeting heroes, dragons,
and forgotten stars.

Another book whispers history,
another one teaches kindness,
another one makes me laugh
until the librarian smiles
and gently says,
“Shh… the books are listening.”

In the library,
I am never alone.
Words walk beside me,
characters hold my hand,
and imagination becomes
my closest friend.

The chairs are small islands
where readers sit and travel
without moving at all.
The light falls quietly
on turning pages
like a blessing.

When I leave,
the world outside feels brighter—
as if every book
left a little candle
glowing in my mind.

Because the library
is not just a room—
it is a treasure chest,
a safe harbor,
a doorway to wonder,
a home made of stories
for every curious heart.