In the quiet halls of knowledge vast,
Where dreams are penned and futures cast,
A beacon shines through every door,
Guiding souls to seek and soar.

Books unfold their whispered tales,
Of distant lands and wind-swept sails,
With every page, a world anew,
In ink and paper, skies of blue.

Teachers weave their magic threads,
In minds where endless curiosity treads,
Each lesson blooms, a garden bright,
In the fertile soil of young insight.

Beyond the walls, horizons call,
A lifelong journey, one and all,
For education’s light transcends,
In every heart, its flame extends.