Beneath the shade of ancient oaks, she stands, A beacon of wisdom, with books in her hands, Guiding young hearts…
In the heart of the home, she stands with grace, Her voice a melody, a warm embrace, Guiding us through…
In the quiet whispers of the night, Her voice sings lullabies of ancient tales, With every word, a legacy bright,…
In the quiet of the evening, she whispers tales, Of knights and dragons, of ships and sails, Her voice, a…
Beneath the canopy of ancient trees, her whispers call, In the rustling leaves, in the rivers’ gentle fall. A tapestry…
In the quiet hours of dawn, they rise, Whispering dreams into the morning light, With hands that cradle love, they…
In the heart of the evening glow, she sings, Her voice a gentle breeze, soothing the night. Words weave a…