In the room where whispers turn to words,
Desks aligned like soldiers in a row,
Chalk dust dances, settling unheard,
As young minds awaken, eager to grow.

Sunlight streams through windows clear,
Illuminating lessons of the past,
Curiosity sparks without fear,
Each moment a memory meant to last.

Bookshelves lined with tales untold,
A treasure trove waiting to inspire,
In this sacred space, young hearts behold,
The promise of knowledge, a burning fire.

Teachers guide with wisdom and grace,
Planting seeds of hope and wonder,
In this classroom, a magical place,
Where dreams take flight, unbound by thunder.