In the quiet corners of a bustling room,
A beacon stands with patience and grace,
Guiding minds through the fog of confusion,
Lighting paths with knowledge and care.

Through the pages of history and numbers,
Stories unfold with each gentle word,
Crafting futures with every lesson,
Building worlds unseen, yet to be heard.

The heart of a teacher, vast and kind,
Nurtures dreams with unwavering belief,
In every smile, a silent promise,
To walk beside through joy and grief.

As seasons change, and time moves on,
The seeds of wisdom sown remain,
In the hearts of those who once were guided,
A legacy of love, forever sustained.