In the hallways of knowledge, they tread so light,
With books in hand, hearts full of might.
Days turn to nights under the scholar’s glow,
Endless learning, seeds of wisdom they sow.

Faces buried in pages, dreams woven in ink,
Challenges faced, on the edge they think.
Between the lines, whispers of ancient lore,
Every lesson learned opens another door.

Seasons change, yet the quest remains the same,
Through trials and triumphs, they play the game.
Hands-on experience, minds ever keen,
In the world of ideas, they are the unseen.

Graduation day comes as a beacon of light,
The culmination of effort in the scholar’s fight.
With diplomas in hand, they step into the new,
Armed with knowledge, the future they pursue.