In the quiet room where knowledge blooms,
You stand with patience, guiding our way,
Through books and lessons, in light and gray,
A beacon of wisdom in the gloom.

Your voice, a melody of understanding,
Weaving stories of old and new,
Each word a bridge, each lesson a clue,
In the world of learning, ever expanding.

With kindness and strength, you shape our minds,
Planting seeds of curiosity and dreams,
In the garden of youth, where potential gleams,
Your influence, a legacy that binds.

Oh, teacher, in your humble grace,
You light the path for us to trace,
Forever etched in our hearts and space,
A guide in the hallways of learning’s embrace.