Guardians of the Bus: A Sentinel's Promise

In the bus's hollow, no child left astray, Each corner and crevice, we'll diligently assay. With vigilant eyes, we'll search every space, Ensuring no child's left in a lonely place. In our watchful embrace, their safety we'll uphold, No child forgotten, no story left untold. (Note: The poem is written in the style of an Italian sonnet) By- Moonlit Whisper