Lessons in the Heights

**Lessons in the Heights**

In hill stations where the mist ascends,

Where pine trees sway and mountain path bends,

Education weaves its quiet art,

In a land where nature plays a part.

The classrooms nestle in the cool, crisp air,

With windows framing peaks beyond compare,

Each lesson breathes the essence of the high,

Where whispers of the winds and eagles fly.

Books are worn but cherished, full of grace,

Their pages turn with a gentle, steady pace,

Where knowledge flows as rivers to the sea,

And learning grows as wild and free.

Teachers, like the hills, are steadfast and wise,

Their patience as vast as the open skies,

They guide with care, through valleys deep and wide,

Instilling hope with every step they guide.

Lessons blend with nature’s own grand scheme,

In every lesson, a mountain’s gleam,

From the geography of peaks so grand,

To the science of the soil and land.

Challenges are met with sturdy heart,

In every struggle, strength takes part,

For education here is more than facts,

It’s the spirit of the hills that impacts.

In hill stations, where the air is clear,

Education’s light shines ever near,

In the quiet beauty of the mountain’s grace,

Knowledge finds its sacred, tranquil place.