In halls where whispers echo bright
The guardians of tomorrow stand
With wisdom deep as endless night
They guide with gentle, steady hand

Through pages worn and chalkboard lines
They weave the dreams of those who seek
In every heart a spark defines
The courage found in voices meek

Their eyes hold stories yet untold
A tapestry of lives they mold
In every lesson, warmth unfolds
A legacy of love, pure gold

For every question, every tear
They offer hope and wipe away
With patience vast and vision clear
They build the dawn of each new day