Like books of fine tooled leather
the contents are what counts
The patients of a forest
giving what is in doubt
Like the turning of a light switch
their knowledge is dispensed
Payment is the satisfaction
ignorance is not their recompense.
The students are the light bulb
the switch the teacher must find
For behind those shining eyes
dwells a thirsty mind.
Come travel the lanes of literature
seeking your answers there
Drive the passes of history
seeing the progress won by despair.
Yet, knowledge brooks no learning
for inspiration is its toy
Discoveries come from imagination
released by the learning and joy.
Time is of the essence
for imagination comes early you see
Like Spring rain upon the ground
and the foam upon the sea.
The thoughts will churn like lightning
to strike upon the ground
With a rain of inspiration
see ingenuity grow unbound.