the story of glass

a school of glass children

A school made of glass, a wonder to behold,

Reflecting light, both new and old,

From its walls, the world seems to flow,

Inside, it's a world for children to grow.

Stained glass windows show stories in light,

The colorful panes, a mesmerizing sight,

A hint of mystery, almost divine,

In the faces and shapes, like a grand design.

The sound inside reverberates,

Voices echo, it's a sound that oscillates,

The windows and walls, they amplify,

Giggles, laughs, and cheers, then bid goodbye.

The glass school stands for excellence,

In all it does, a true tribute to intelligence,

A symbol of hope and prosperity,

For the young ones of our society.

It's a school that stands upright,

As a testament to human might,

The glass may be fragile, but stands firm,

A school where one can truly learn.

So let's have the glass school glow,

Like a beacon that brightens up the world below,

With spirits soaring like kites at play,

And let the glass school light our way.