In the gentle glow of morning light,
You stand with wisdom, calm and bright,
A beacon of hope, a guiding star,
Illuminating paths both near and far.
With words that weave a tapestry,
Of knowledge, dreams, and history,
You sculpt the minds of those who dare,
To seek the truth and find it there.
Your patience, vast as ocean’s tide,
Holds steady through the storms we ride,
With every lesson, every tale,
You teach us how to dream and sail.
In gratitude, our hearts do sing,
For all the joy and light you bring,
Dear teacher, with your gentle grace,
You’ve left your mark, a warm embrace.