In the halls where knowledge blooms,
We find the seeds of our own dreams,
Each lesson learned, a path to choose,
In the quest for what it means.

With books as maps, and minds as sails,
We navigate through seas unknown,
Seeking truths in hidden trails,
To make the world a place well-known.

Teachers, beacon in the night,
Guiding us with wisdom’s flame,
Leading us to greater heights,
In this noble learning game.

Education, a gift so grand,
It shapes our future, molds our hands,
To build a world where we can stand,
On the pillars of our plans.