In the quiet halls where wisdom flows,
Teachers plant seeds, where knowledge grows.
With gentle hands, they shape our dreams,
Guiding us through life’s winding streams.

Their voices, a melody of hope and light,
Turn shadows of doubt into paths so bright.
In every lesson, a gift they bestow,
Inspiring hearts to learn and glow.

Through storms and calm, they steadfast stand,
Holding the future in their patient hand.
They nurture souls with care and grace,
Leaving a mark time cannot erase.

O teachers, the architects of tomorrow,
We owe you dreams, joy, and borrowed sorrow.
For in each lesson, you lovingly impart,
Lies the strength and wisdom of the heart.