In halls of learning, whispers of time,
Guiding hearts with lessons profound,
Where dreams are etched in youthful eyes,
And wisdom’s call is a gentle sound.

Books open like portals to worlds unknown,
Each page a step on a boundless quest,
In minds, seeds of curiosity sown,
Growing towards the sun, each test.

Teachers, the beacons in the night,
Illuminate paths with gentle grace,
With every word, they ignite,
The spark of thought in every face.

Education, the anchor of our fate,
A canvas where futures are drawn,
In its embrace, we contemplate,
The dawn of all that is yet to be born.