In the quiet halls of learning’s embrace,
A guiding light shines with gentle grace.
Through wisdom shared and stories told,
My teacher’s heart, both strong and bold.

With patience woven into every word,
New worlds of wonder are gently stirred.
Their voice, a melody of endless dreams,
Inspiring minds like flowing streams.

The chalk dust dances in morning’s glow,
As seeds of knowledge begin to grow.
With every lesson, a new dawn breaks,
A tapestry of futures that my teacher makes.

In gratitude, I hold this truth dear,
For every step, they were always near.
A beacon of hope, a lantern bright,
My teacher, my guide, in endless night.