The grand facade, where stories find their rest,
Holds secrets whispered, knowledge as its guest.
But not within, beneath the watchful eye,
Our hidden cache beneath the open sky.
The stairs descend, a weathered, winding way,
Where sunlight dances through the passing day.
A step apart, a niche unseen, unknown,
A hidden world where learning's seeds are sown.
Within this crevice, safe from prying eyes,
A treasure chest of knowledge, a sweet surprise.
No map to follow, just a knowing glance,
A scholar's handshake, a whispered, secret chance.
Here, tales unfold in pages worn and thin,
Adventures beckon, letting us begin.
A hidden library, where whispers turn to shouts,
Unveiling mysteries with joyful, curious shouts.
We leave our notes, a whispered trail for friends,
A hidden garden where learning never ends.
Each page a leaf, each word a ray of sun,
The outside stairs, where knowledge has begun.
So keep it close, this haven, wild and free,
This library of leaves beneath the library tree.
For in these stairs, a truth we hold so dear,
The greatest knowledge blooms where all can hear.
Written by Google Bard.
Place back carefully.
Muggles around.