In halls where echoes softly tread, We built a world, as dreams were fed, Seven spins the earth around, Our laughter still the sweetest sound. From wild-eyed walks and whispered schemes, We vaulted stars, exchanged our dreams. Now time, a gentle artist, paints A daughter from our youthful saints. Her eyes, the spark of youthful tales, The love we shared, now sets sail. In bonds of friendship, tightly spun, The tapestry of life begun. With every year, the bond grows tight, A masterpiece in morning light. For high school hours and paths unfurled, A daughter blooms, our precious world.