The Classroom Hums
The classroom hums with invisible electricity
screens glow like campfires where we gather to learn,
each tablet a window opening to forests, galaxies, ancient cities we touch with our fingertips.
We sit in circles, on cushions, at standing desks,
bodies moving like water finding its own shape,
while ideas bounce between us like light through prisms,
splitting into rainbows no one could predict.
Today we are architects building virtual bridges,
tomorrow historians interviewing grandmothers in Tokyo,
next week scientists watching cells divide on screens that see what eyes cannot.
The teacher walks among us, not above
a gardener tending different seeds,
knowing some need sun, some shade,
some time to root in silence.
And we wonder: is this learning or learning to learn,
this dance between question and search,
between knowing and discovering we've only just begun?
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