In the quiet hum of morning light,
Desks aligned in perfect rows,
A sanctuary of thought ignites,
Where every curious mind grows.

Chalk dust dances in the air,
Like whispers of forgotten lore,
Lessons shared with gentle care,
Echoes linger from the core.

Sunlight streams through panes of glass,
Painting patterns on the floor,
In this room, the moments pass,
As knowledge opens every door.

Here, dreams are penned with earnest hearts,
On paper sheets, in vibrant hues,
A sacred space where learning starts,
In the classroom, life renews.