Knowledge

In the domain of knowledge, we embark, Guided by wisdom's gentle spark, For we have heard the proverb, oft-repeated, "A little knowledge is a dangerous thing," we are seated. Yet, in truth, ignorance's abyss we fear, So, a morsel of knowledge we hold dear, To know, to truly know, we must admit, That the expanse of our ignorance is infinite. Knowledge, a brilliance of candles ablaze, Where wisdom dances in love's gentle haze, Let us not hoard this radiant light, But share and spread, to make knowledge infinite. For the hunger for knowledge must persist, Lest it fade and cease to exist, In the absence of sharing and learning's delight, Ignorance thrives, obscuring truth's sight. Oh, the curse of ignorance, so profound, But learning can turn it around, Knowledge, a wing that soars high and free, Leading us to realms of excellence, you see. Learning, the heart that beats within, Nurturing knowledge, like cherished kin, With each passing day, we strive to learn, Enlightening our souls, a higher realm to discern.