A mind, a fertile field,
sown with seeds of wisdom old,
and Nai Talim's gentle fold.
Each classroom,
a blossoming tree,
roots deep in Dewey's decree,
branching out,
a vibrant spree.
Words, like raindrops,
fall and fill,
gaps of understanding still,
with Freire's hope,
a whispered thrill.
Montessori's quiet,
purposeful space,
a womb of learning,
time and grace,
where children build their embrace.
A symphony of voices rises,
a...
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