Persevering scribbles of students past
Some years old, some wiped away fast
Ephemeral art, not built to stay
The glimmers caught of it make my day
The most beautiful eye that you've ever seen
A stylized S that still reigns supreme
The scribbled portrait of an unknown creature
And a crude depiction of the class's teacher
Old wooden husks, of order born
Etchings of chaos
(humanity)
adorn