Write a poem for the 50th birthday of my alma mater.

Under the green trees, in the corridors and in the classrooms, countless students have been forgotten. Fifty years ago, you existed in the world as a place to learn. I don't know how many pairs of eyes are eager for knowledge, and how much joy you sent home with. You are 50 years old. How many more 50 years? May you always write your story under the bath of youth and vitality.