In the quiet of the classroom, voices arise,
Guiding minds, nurturing dreams in disguise.
With patience and grace, stories unfold,
In the hands of a teacher, futures are told.

Chalk dust dances in the morning light,
As lessons weave magic, dispelling the night.
In every question, a spark ignites,
Curiosity blooms, reaching new heights.

Each word a seed, in fertile minds sown,
In the garden of learning, knowledge is grown.
Through trials and triumphs, together they strive,
In the heart of a teacher, hope comes alive.

As seasons change, memories remain,
In the legacy of wisdom, love is the gain.
A beacon of guidance, steadfast and true,
In the tapestry of life, a teacher’s hue.