In the quiet hum of morning light,
Desks align like soldiers in a row,
Words dance upon the blackboard’s face,
A symphony of knowledge starts to flow.
Sunbeams filter through the window panes,
Casting warmth upon eager minds,
In every corner, stories unfold,
In whispered secrets, wisdom binds.
The clock ticks softly, marking time,
As laughter mingles with the air,
A tapestry of learning weaves,
In this sacred space we all share.
When the bell rings, dreams take flight,
Hope blossoms in each curious gaze,
A classroom’s echoes linger on,
In the hearts where memories blaze.