In the quiet halls where wisdom sleeps,Echoes of dreams begin to rise,Each book a portal, each lesson deep,Guiding us towards open skies.Through the pages of time, we wander far,In search of truths yet untold,With every question, we raise the bar,And with each answer, our minds unfold.Teachers and mentors light the way,As stars that guide through darkest night,Their words a beacon, their wisdom a ray,Igniting our spirits with endless light.So let us cherish this gift we hold,The power to learn, to grow, to see,In every heart a story told,Education, the key to set us free.