In the quiet of the morning’s start,
A beacon stands with open heart.
With patience vast and wisdom deep,
They sow the seeds for dreams to reap.

Through every challenge, every tear,
A teacher’s voice remains sincere.
With gentle words and steady hands,
They craft the future, vast and grand.

In classrooms filled with endless dreams,
They light the path with hopeful beams.
The lessons taught, beyond the page,
Are gifts that last through every age.

So let us honor those who guide,
With gratitude, respect, and pride.
For every heart and mind they touch,
We thank them deeply, oh so much.