In the quiet halls where whispers weave,
A beacon stands, where minds believe.
With gentle words and steady hand,
They guide us through this learning land.

Each lesson crafted with tender care,
A universe of knowledge to share.
The patient sculptor of youthful minds,
In every page, their wisdom binds.

Through trials faced and questions asked,
Their strength and kindness unsurpassed.
A guardian of dreams yet unspoken,
With every word, a promise unbroken.

So here we honor, with grateful heart,
The silent architects, who play their part.
In every light of hope they ignite,
A teacher’s love, our guiding light.