School is where we learn and grow Where friendships bloom and talents show Together we'll face every rule and test In this journey we give our best
In early morning light we start our day With books and bags were on our way Through the halls we walk side by side Seeking knowledge with hearts open wide
Teachers guide us their wisdom shared Inspire us to dream to never be scared From history to science and art so bright In this classroom well reach new heights
Through laughter or tears we’ll find our way Through challenges faced we'll never sway With every lesson learned we’ll stand tall United we'll conquer we give it our all
As the bells rings we bid farewell Carrying memories we’ll forever tell School days oh how they've shapes our souls In this place of learning we find our role
Whiteout by Paulo Lombardi
In the midst of a winter prairie, The day was born bitter, but not deadly. Snow fell, covering the world in a blanket, A whiteout, where everything was obscured.
Burning bright, purely white, I don't see anything but you. Lost all senses, slowly, slowly, But I feel everything too.
It snowed today and yesterday, And the day before, a relentless storm. Is there anything in the world That resembles snow when it becomes a threat?
I chatted with the oblivious clerk, Who probably knew things. But in this whiteout, knowledge is useless, As the world is reduced to a blank canvas.
The beauty of the snow is gone, Replaced by a sense of danger and fear. A whiteout, a paradoxical phenomenon, Where visibility is reduced to nothing.
In this whiteout, I am alone, Lost in a sea of whiteness. But perhaps, in this emptiness, I can find a sense of peace and stillness.