In halls of knowledge, they gently tread,
With eyes that see beyond mere books,
Their words ignite the flames of thought,
In every heart where wisdom looks.

Molding minds with care and grace,
They plant the seeds of dreams untold,
Through every lesson, time and space,
A tapestry of futures bold.

With patience like the endless sky,
They guide us through the storms of doubt,
Their voices calm, a lullaby,
In chaos, they find the route.

Oh, teachers, hearts of endless light,
In your embrace, we find our wings,
You lead us toward the stars so bright,
In every soul, your legacy sings.