Autumn’s first hue

Summer grows still by the threshold, veiled in mist,
Autumn comes softly, brushing the lecture hall.
The teacher sows knowledge, tends the light within,
Students turn life’s page to greet the rising sun.

Thirty seasons have deepened our roots,
Countless wings fly far, bringing honor home.
Outside the classroom, leaves wear autumn’s first hue,
Sunlight still lingers on each open page.

Yen My Village — 6 September 2026