In the quiet of the classroom, where knowledge unfolds,
My teacher stands, a beacon bright and bold.
With patience and wisdom, she gently guides,
Illuminating paths, where the future hides.

Her words are like a symphony, each lesson a song,
In her guidance, we find where we belong.
She lifts us up, when we feel we’ve failed,
With encouragement and care, no dream derailed.

Through the pages of books and lessons learned,
She ignites a passion, a fire that burns.
With every question asked, and answer found,
She plants seeds of knowledge, in fertile ground.

My teacher, a mentor, a friend so dear,
In her presence, there’s nothing to fear.
She shapes our minds with a gentle hand,
Preparing us to face the world, to understand.