The Scholar’s Book Whispering!

Black ink, a river, flows across the page, Carrying echoes of past lessons. Children's faces, quiet focus, Hold a slate, a canvas of shared knowing. Open books, fallen blossoms, A silent library of learning waits to be discovered. Light, a fleeting moth, dances, Illuminating diagrams, Revealing algorithms’ core. Fragrance of old paper, a forgotten language, a shared memory. Diligent hands, tracing words, Seeking answers, a testament to knowledge. A collective breath, shared, across generations.