A Temple of Learning

Shimmering light,
Hope at its height,
Bouncing rays,
Each and every day,
Bricks orange and brown,
Experience is their crown,
Strong wooden door,
Boundless wisdom in store,
Cushions overused,
In days gone by abused,
Tiles old and stained,
For footsteps on them rained,
Big green ageless trees,
Look upon us knowingly,
Look upon with knowing eyes,
at me and these friends of mine.