In the quiet hum of the morning light,
Where dreams and knowledge intertwine,
The classroom stands as a beacon bright,
Guiding young minds, like stars, to shine.

Chalk dust dances in the air,
As stories of old are brought to life,
Each desk a world, each chair a lair,
For budding scholars, free from strife.

The teacher’s voice, a melody sweet,
Weaving wisdom through each day,
In this hallowed space, where hearts meet,
And curious minds are led to play.

Beyond the walls, the lessons stay,
Imprinted deep in tender hearts,
A classroom’s magic, here to stay,
As each student bravely starts.