In halls where dreams begin to grow,
Young minds awaken, start to glow.
With every book, with every rhyme,
They step ahead, they climb, they climb.

Teachers guide with gentle hand,
To understand, to understand.
In colors bright and stories grand,
They wander through a learning land.

Each question asked, a doorway wide,
Into the world, where thoughts collide.
With curiosity as their guide,
They journey on, with eyes open wide.

In primary schools, the seeds are sown,
For futures bright, for talents shown.
A foundation strong, a place to start,
The magic of learning, the beating heart.