In the quiet of the morning light, they stand,
With chalk in hand and dreams so grand,
They mold the minds, they shape the clay,
Guiding us through every day.

Through every question, every tear,
They stand beside us, ever near,
With patience vast and wisdom deep,
They plant the seeds that we shall keep.

In every lesson, every word,
Their voices like the song of birds,
They craft the future, unseen, unheard,
With every lesson, every word.

To every teacher, near and far,
Your impact shines like a guiding star,
We thank you for the light you give,
For in your wisdom, we shall live.