In the quiet halls where knowledge breathes,
A world unfolds with each turning page,
Secrets whispered in the rustle of leaves,
Stories of old, wisdom of the sage.
The light of learning, bright and profound,
Casts shadows of ignorance far away,
In the mind’s vast garden, seeds abound,
Growing with each passing day.
Education, the compass that guides our course,
Through storms of doubt and seas unknown,
It is the gentle yet unyielding force,
That leads us to the truths we’ve grown.
From the first alphabet to the complex prose,
We build bridges to ideas vast and grand,
Through education, our spirit knows,
The endless potential of this wondrous land.