In the quiet halls where echoes softly fade,
There stands a figure, steady and unwavering,
A teacher whose wisdom does not wane,
Guiding young minds with care and fervor.
With patience, they sow seeds of curiosity,
Nurturing each tender sprout with light,
Their words, a tapestry of endless possibilities,
Weaving dreams in the tapestry of night.
Through trials and triumphs, they remain,
A beacon of hope, a pillar of strength,
Each lesson a step toward a brighter dawn,
Illuminating paths where shadows once lay.
In their presence, knowledge blossoms,
Hearts and minds forever marked by their grace,
For a teacherâs gift is timeless and true,
Leaving legacies that no time can erase.