In the quiet of the morning light,
She stands before the eager eyes,
With wisdom vast and heart so bright,
Guiding minds to reach the skies.

Words and prose she deftly weaves,
Crafting tales of distant lands,
Her passion flows like autumn leaves,
As knowledge blooms within our hands.

Each lesson is a journey new,
Through grammar rules and poet’s rhyme,
She opens worlds both old and true,
Unlocking doors to endless time.

With patience, grace, and endless care,
She shapes the souls who seek to learn,
Her legacy forever there,
In hearts that for her wisdom yearn.