@moodisow98: In every page, a spark takes flight, A lantern lit against the night. Each fact you learn, each skill you gain, Is armor forged in discipline’s rain. The wise don’t fear the mountain’s height; They climb by steps of focused light. When tired legs and weary eyes Beg for rest beneath gray skies, They think of all they’ve yet to know— New worlds that wait, new seeds to sow. So read, reflect, and rise again; Let knowledge be your strength and pen. For minds that strive and hearts that stay Will turn the dark to breaking day. Build your library, stone by stone— In wisdom’s halls, you’re never alone.