I sat under a heavy tree cover
In front of my clean class
Amidst a beautifully beloved garden that I always miss
Book I stared deeply
Whatever the marching lad will become my science
Really fun, reading amid a peaceful and clean atmosphere like this
Sometimes boredom comes with a myriad of tasks that twist the mind
Until sometime, I do not want to get to this school
Far looking at the school side
This is where I'm studying Science
Practicing keeping clean
Practice keeping the peace
Practicing soul forging
