By: Haolun Zhang

In a quiet place, where time stands still,

I escape to a world beyond my sill,

With a book in hand, I embark on a quest,

To a place where imagination manifests.

The pages turn like whispers in the breeze,

Revealing tales of heroes and mysteries,

Adventuring high, far, and low,

I go everywhere the winds blow.

Through ancient tomes, I venture far and wide,

To lands of enchantment, where dreams abide,

From whimsical realms to historical lore,

My heart, mind, and soul, forever explore.

Histories come alive with each turning page,

Unveiling mysteries in a different age,

I witness triumphs and tragedies unfold

Multiple fantastical worlds behold.

So let the world hustle and bustle outside,

As I immerse myself in tales that inside,

For in the realm of books, I truly find,

A solace, a refuge, a sanctuary of the mind.