“Why are libraries important”

Within the hush of marbled halls and wooden shelves so tall,  
The library sings a silent song that echoes down each wall.  
A haven for the seekers, a beacon in the night,  
It gathers all the stories, giving wisdom wings to flight.

Within these stacks lie memories, and futures gently sown,  
The alphabet’s a ladder where new hearts and minds are grown.  
From whispered leaves of ancient lore to newsprint’s fresh embrace,  
Each book—a ship to other lands, a doorway into space.

Here, children coax their wonder, in crayon-bright parade,  
Old souls find calm reflection, and weary hands are stayed.  
You’ll find the poet scribbling, the scholar digging deep,  
The dreamer lost in chapters, while young minds gently leap.

It’s more than brick and mortar, more than date-stamped spines—  
A library holds community between its woven lines.  
It shelters every question; no passport do you need,  
An open world of learning, for anyone who reads.

So why do libraries matter? They promise and they prove:  
A thousand voices whispering: come in, explore, improve.  
For in each quiet corner, humanity’s sparks ignite—  
A library stands important as a lantern in the night.

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