In the quiet of the morning light,
A gentle voice begins the day,
Guiding minds with wisdom bright,
Lighting paths along the way.

With patience like the ancient trees,
You nurture dreams and hopes untold,
Inspiring hearts with gentle ease,
Turning young minds into gold.

Through trials and the tests of time,
Your steadfast spirit never wanes,
A beacon in the climb,
Steady hands on learning’s reins.

For every seed of thought you sow,
In every lesson shared and taught,
You shape the world more than you know,
A teacher’s gift, forever sought.