Continue to Learn
When morning breaks with golden light,
And fresh winds whisper soft and bright,
A call resounds in air so clear—
A simple truth, both loud and near.
The mind must stretch, the soul must grow,
Through highs and lows, through ebb and flow.
For knowledge waits in hidden space,
A boundless sea we dare to chase.
Not just in books with pages worn,
Or halls where robes of wisdom form,
But in the hands that shape the clay,
In trials met along the way.