In a room where dreams are sown,
Shadows dance with the light of dawn,
Words unspoken, silently grown,
Knowledge blooms as the day is drawn.
Chalk dust lingers in the air,
A symphony of thoughts takes flight,
Minds awaken, unaware,
Painting futures in the night.
Desks and chairs, silent witnesses,
To tales of triumph and defeat,
Every lesson, a new genesis,
In the heart of learning’s seat.
The echoes fade as dusk descends,
Yet wisdom’s seeds remain unfurled,
In this sacred space, where time suspends,
The classroom, a window to the world.