In halls where knowledge flows and dreams take flight,
She stands, a beacon in the darkest night,
With words that kindle sparks in eager minds,
Guiding us through life’s complex binds.

Her patience, a river, endlessly deep,
Her wisdom, a treasure we silently keep,
Through trials and triumphs, she leads the way,
Illuminating paths that had gone astray.

In every lesson, a new world unfolds,
Stories of courage, of hearts so bold,
She plants the seeds of curiosity,
Nurturing growth with earnest sincerity.

My teacher, a hero, unsung, unnamed,
In her presence, we are forever changed,
For in her classroom, we find our voice,
And in her wisdom, we make our choice.