In the quiet whispers of a classroom’s space,
Lies the promise of dreams yet to unfold,
Where curious minds embrace the chase,
For wisdom, more precious than gold.

Books and pens become the wings,
Carrying thoughts to skies unknown,
Each lesson a melody that sings,
Of worlds beyond what we’ve been shown.

Teachers guide with gentle hands,
Planting seeds of hope and light,
In the fertile soil of young minds,
Nurturing them to reach new heights.

Education, the endless flame,
Igniting paths of endless quest,
Empowering every soul the same,
To strive, to learn, and be their best.