Morning On Greenville Lake

In the quiet moments of dawn's embrace,

A truth unfolds, leaving no trace.

The classroom of life,

a homebound start,

Where the seeds of wisdom,

we must impart. The difficult task,

not in textbooks bound,

But in the echoes of

our voices, profound. It begins at home,

a sacred ground, Where life's greatest lessons

are often found.

As poets, philosophers, and romantics,

we say,

The art of teaching begins each day.

In the tender hands of our children,

we mold,

The fundamentals of life,

more precious than gold.

(more precious than gold)

With patience and love,

we sow the seeds,

Of kindness, courage,

and noble deeds.

Not just equations, history,

or geography,

But the essence of

humanity, morality.

Let our teachings be a guiding light,

A beacon for them,

in the darkest night.

To stride through school with heads held high,

Fueled by the values we've etched in the sky.

So, parents, philosophers,

in wisdom arrayed, Let home be the cradle

where virtues are laid.

In the symphony of love,

let our kids partake,

And in the grand theater of life,

their own stories make.