What is school...

A compound full with buildings,
Sacred buildings,
Use to educate pure souls,
To fit their mind with priceless knowledge,
For the sake of their bright future,

Angels which are so called 'teacher',
Workout to their limits,
So that they will be able to teach,
To teach something that would differentiate,
The differences between diamond and glass,

The souls are so naive,
They are innocence little creature,
Just like the white paper,
If one paint a masterpiece on it,
It would be a precious thing,
If others decide to just ignore it,
It would be a filthy trash,

Come on the green land,
Come on the white blue sky,
Let us help the angels,
To shape up our next generation,
To become an attractive diamond,
Which everyone in this universe could be proud off.