Whooshing winds lash around
This oasis where kids abound.
Chameleon hills turn green to brown
Miles away from any town.
Smiling, howling, pondering, scowling
Melodies play hide and seek
Naughty faces in corridors peek.
There's cheer that erodes any fear.
Feel the air that with laughter tinkles,
See the open faces with joy crinkle.
Sobs, gossip, squabbles galore
Little souls create their own folklore.
Who is the teacher?
Who is the student?
Drama, dance, games, music, art,
Of these we all are a part.
Bubbles of energy, questioning minds
Sensitive, easy answers how to find?
Minions of change will you be?
Your difference for all to see?
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