As winter’s chill begins to fade,
Our campus awakens from its shade,
The sun shines bright, its warm rays spread,
And spring’s sweet magic fills each head.
The trees regain their vibrant hue,
Green buds burst forth, both old and new,
The air is filled with scents so sweet,
As petals bloom beneath our feet.
The quad, once barren, now’s alive,
With students laughing, spirits thrive,
The sound of chirping birds resounds,
As spring’s symphony echoes all around.
The classrooms, too, feel fresh and bright,
As learning’s joy ignites with new light,
Teachers guide, with passion and with fire,
As young minds grow, and hearts aspire.
Our school, a haven, full of life and zest,
Where spring’s awakening is always best,
A time for growth, for learning, and for play,
In this sweet season, we find our way.
So let us bask in spring’s warm light,
And let our spirits take flight,
For in this season of renewal and birth,
We find the joy that’s meant for this earth.
Baishali Dutta