In the quiet of the morning’s light, they stand,
With hearts full of wisdom, and a helping hand.
They weave the dreams of futures bright,
Turning darkness into radiant sight.

With patience, they nurture each curious mind,
Unlocking the treasures that are hard to find.
They kindle the fires of passion and grace,
Guiding each soul to its destined place.

Through trials and triumphs, they never falter,
A beacon of hope, like a steadfast altar.
They sow the seeds of knowledge and care,
Watching as their students’ lives repair.

For every question, they have a reply,
With a caring heart and watchful eye.
Their legacy lives in the hearts they touch,
Forever cherished, and loved so much.