In silence, the classrooms wait,
Empty seats and quiet halls,
Yet learning finds a different path,
Through modules and distant calls.

The morning sun still rises high,
In homes, the children gather round,
With papers, pens, and hopeful hearts,
Their minds in knowledge newly bound.

Parents guide with patient hands,
Teachers send their lessons forth,
The world of books and written words,
Now bridges to the student’s worth.

Though distant, still the journey goes,
A modular path we all must tread,
For learning never truly ends,
It’s a light that never fades.