The School of Dreams

**The School of Dreams**

In corners where the daylight seems so thin,

Where books are worn and desks are patched and bare,

The hunger for a brighter world begins,

In classrooms built with hope and tender care.

No marble halls or gilded frames adorn,

The walls are scarred with time, but wisdom’s light

Flickers in eyes where dreams are newly born,

And each small victory feels like a might.

The teacher’s voice is gentle, full of grace,

A beacon in the midst of daily strife,

Guiding through the pages of a place

Where knowledge turns the key to open life.

In every lesson, there’s a world unspun,

A chance to build beyond the walls of fate,

To see the vast expanse where futures run,

To shape the dreams that lie in wait.

Though often scarce, the resources are a gift,

The spirit of the quest, a boundless drift,

In every question asked and every lift,

A pathway through the shadows, clear and swift.

For education is a bridge unseen,

A promise in each word and every book,

To lift from where the eyes have seldom been,

And offer hope with every chance to look.