In the quiet whispers of the morning breeze,
A teacher stands, with wisdom to appease.
Their gentle touch, like a guiding hand,
Ignites our minds, helps us understand.

With every lesson, a world unfolds,
Stories of the past, dreams untold.
They paint the skies with colors bright,
Turning darkness into light.

Patience woven in every word they speak,
Strength to lift us when we’re weak.
They plant the seeds of curiosity,
Nurturing growth with sincerity.

A beacon of hope in the halls we roam,
They shape our paths, they build our home.
To every teacher, a heartfelt praise,
For guiding us through life’s endless maze.