My school is beneath that silver roof
With moons and stars crowding.
The sky that cried yesterday is smiling today,
Scattering its light all around.
Hurrying bees and carrying camels
Forward life in every hum, at each step.
Even at the tip of a thorned plant can bloom a smile
Says the rose in the garden.
Who is not my teacher? Who is not my teacher?
Everything in this world teaches me something.