Whisper of the Leaves
In halls of knowledge, bright and grand, We learn, we grow, we make a stand. Yet paperflows in endless streams, A silent cry, a forest's dreams.Beneath the ink, a tale untold, Of ancient trees and roots that hold, The wisdom of the earthso deep, In branches high, where spirits sleep.With every page, a story lost, A woodland's heart, a heavy cost. But we can change thisnarrative, With choices small, we can give.To futures bright and forests green, Where every leaf can still be seen, Let’s seekalt
