In the quiet halls of wisdom’s ancient keep,
Where echoes whisper secrets of the past,
The seeds of knowledge in young minds we steep,
To craft a future bright and ever vast.

In classrooms filled with eager, questioning eyes,
The world unfolds in pages worn yet true,
With every lesson, like a bird, it flies,
And paints the skies with dreams of what we’ll do.

Each teacher, a beacon guiding through the night,
With patience weaving tales of what could be,
Inspiring hearts to reach for higher heights,
Unveiling paths where only few can see.

So let us cherish this unending quest,
With open minds and spirits unafraid,
For in this journey, we find our truest test,
The gift of learning, one that never fades.