In the halls where wisdom lingers,
Minds are shaped and futures bloom,
Every lesson, every whisper,
Lights the pathway through the gloom.
Pages turn with eager fingers,
Dreams are built on every word,
In this world where knowledge lingers,
Silent voices can be heard.
Teachers guide with hands so gentle,
Nurturing each curious mind,
Through the maze of thoughts so mental,
Paths to greatness they will find.
Education, endless treasure,
Gates to worlds so vast and grand,
In its realm, we find our measure,
Crafting futures with each hand.