In the halls where laughter echoes loud,
Young minds awaken, dreams unbowed.
Colors and shapes, letters and sounds,
In this place, wonder knows no bounds.

Little hands grasp pencils tight,
Drawing futures in the morning light.
Questions bloom like flowers in spring,
Knowledge is the song they sing.

Teachers guide like stars at night,
Illuminating paths with gentle light.
Each lesson learned, a step ahead,
Building bridges where they tread.

Together they climb, reach for the sky,
With courage and hope, they learn to fly.
Education, the seed we sow,
In primary schools, young minds grow.