Pens click noisily,
Legs shake, whispers fill the air,
Doors creak, lessons flow.
Cold air tightens its grip,
December's ancient oak stands,
Silent whispers speak.
Grateful hearts uplift,
Kind wisdom flows like morning dew,
Teacher's love eternal.
Beneath the gray sky,
Humans, computers intertwine,
Teachers guide joyously.
Doors swing open wide,
Whispers in the digital night,
Echo through pixels bright.
Doors swing open wide,
Whispers in the digital night,
Echo through pixels bright.
Green dragons sway with grass,
Endless doorways whispered tales,
Monsters creep, books float.