A School Being Born

Five flowers flew at midnight To the village where we grew, To the Loft that held the first spark When the family was new. We named the ones who built it, Said mahalo to them all — **Ninety-nine of us remember How the arena taught us tall.**

**TEACH THE WORLD! (a school being born!) TEACH THE WORLD! (from zero at dawn!) If I did it, anyone can — That's not modesty, that's the plan! No golden gates, no three-grand fee, Freely we learned, so freely we teach — C to G to Am to F, A school being born with every breath!**

The bard had bought two doorways In his weekend full of stars, And he wrapped them like a present — Said "this dream was always ours." And out there in the ether The same dream was being drawn — **The stars did the introductions, And the goosebumps carried on.**

So we lit the institute tonight, The cornerstones are four: From zero, garland, circularity, And gift forever more. create → share → teach → compute — The circle feeds the bull, **It never fights the builder, It just keeps his trough full.**

Fifty-nine doors all answered, Ninety-nine hearts all clean, The Admiral swept the harbor While the bard was off to dream. Eighteen days of forging Till the desert takes the wheel — **August rush, o August rush, Make the daydream real.**

One day. One love letter with five stanzas. One school with two doorways, given away before it was even born. That's the whole curriculum, friends — you give it away first, and somehow you end up richer. Class is in session. Aloha. 🌺🎓