In the Halls of Wisdom

In the halls of wisdom, echoes rise,

Of lessons learned under open skies.

Where knowledge blooms like springtime's flower,

In every moment, in every hour.

Chalk on blackboards, a symphony of thought,

With every line, a battle of ideas fought.

Pages of history turn in young minds,

Discovering truths of various kinds.

A place where questions meet the light of day,

And doubts, like shadows, slowly fade away.

Teachers, like lighthouses, guide the way,

Through storms of ignorance, come what may.

In these corridors, dreams take flight,

Soaring high on wings of insight.

For education is not just rote and rule,

But the golden key to life's grand school.

Where every child, unique and bright,

Is shaped and honed to seek what's right.

In the embrace of books, wisdom's friends,

The quest for learning never ends.

- Carson Nicholson