Whispers of Wisdom in Tiny Halls

In halls of laughter, echoes of light,

Where young minds take their maiden flight.

A teacher stands, with patience and grace,

Guiding stars in the learning space.

Tiny hands raise in curious delight,

Seeking answers from morning to night.

Each question, a spark in the dark,

Kindled by wisdom's illuminating mark.

Lessons crafted from dreams and play,

Shaping futures in a colorful array.

A world built on rhymes and tales,

Where imagination like a ship, sets sails.

In this realm of wonder and might,

Where each idea takes its flight.

The teacher, a beacon, steady and true,

In the hearts of the young, knowledge anew.

For every child, a story untold,

In their eyes, the future bold.

In this dance of learning and fun,

A new chapter of life has just begun.

- Carson Nicholson