An illustrated scene of a student with a backpack walking on a path towards a school building under cherry blossoms. Papers are scattered on the ground.

"The Edge of Spring Semester" The campus hums in drowsy tune, Beneath the stretch of golden June, Where dog-eared notes and coffee stains Mark battles fought in scholar’s chains. HER backpack sags with weary pride, Each textbook worn, each margin wide With scribbled thoughts and midnight dreams— Now drifting down like sunlit streams. The cherry blossoms start to fade, As finals loom in nervy shade. SHE counts the hours, the pages too, A mind still sharp, a soul so bliss. Late nights blur into morning mist, Of essays penned and quizzes missed, Yet in HER stride, a quiet flame— The hunger still to stake HER claim. Dorm lights flicker, laughter thins, The year winds down with whispered winds. SHE stands atop the season’s crest, Both tired and charged, a kind of rest. For though the deadlines make HER bend, SHE knows what waits beyond the end: A breath, a break, a deeper truth— That SHE has grown beyond HER youth. See more