In the quiet whispers of the morning light,
Stand the figures who shape our sight,
With patience bound and wisdom bright,
They guide us through the darkest nights.

Their voices echo in the halls of time,
Each lesson a melody, each word a rhyme,
Crafting futures with a gentle chime,
Turning ignorance to knowledge, sublime.

In their eyes, the dreams of many unfold,
Stories of courage, silently told,
With hearts of gold and spirits bold,
They mold our paths, like legends of old.

Today we honor their endless grace,
Their unwavering love, their steadfast pace,
For in their care, we find our place,
In the vast expanse of the human race.