Lockers slam, a metal roar,
Then quiet falls, books hit the floor.
No tests today, no homework sighs,
Just whispering leaves and butterfly skies.
Sunlight paints the desks with stripes,
As whispers bloom like dandelion pipes.
Chairs tilt back, imaginations take flight,
Through emerald jungles, bathed in sun's pure light.
Pencils scribble, tales unfurl,
Of talking beasts and dragons in a whirl.
Volcanoes erupt, castles...
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