Dawn’s curtain parts quietly this morning,
Setting stage anew,
Desks in rows, the whiteboard yawns,
Sunlight peeking through blinds.
Students saunter, songs awaiting score,
Eyes half-open, today’s warmup begins.
In my grasp, a tome’s spine softly shifts,
Pages flutter like wings of finches.
Words echo in the air, a chorus of phrases,
Each syllable a note in a grand opus.
I run through verbs and linguistic scales,
Their minds alight, connections focus.
Today’s performance a harmonious blend
Of minds meeting melodic exchange,
Where every query and every answer,
Builds the score of our knowledge’s range.
