In halls where whispers weave through time,
The seeds of wisdom grow, sublime.
Each lesson learned, a spark of light,
Guiding souls through darkest night.

With open books and hearts so wide,
We journey forth, with hope as guide.
For in the quest of endless lore,
We find our wings, and start to soar.

Through trials faced and questions deep,
The climb is steep, yet we shall reap.
For every struggle, every tear,
Builds a bridge from doubt to cheer.

So, let the classrooms be our stage,
Where dreams are penned on every page.
For education, pure and true,
Is the dawn of what we’ll do.