In the quiet of the classroom, words take flight,
Unseen worlds unfolding in the mind’s eye,
Each sentence a bridge to distant lands,
Where imagination dances with the light.

The gentle rustle of paper, a symphony,
As pencils sketch dreams upon the page,
Grammar, a guide through the labyrinth of thought,
Where ideas find their voice, free from cage.

Through poetry’s grace and prose’s embrace,
We journey through time, across uncharted seas,
In Shakespeare’s sonnets and Orwell’s prose,
The language of English, a timeless breeze.

So let us cherish this voyage of words,
Where every lesson is a story untold,
In the tapestry of English, we find our place,
A canvas of expression, bold and gold.