In classrooms filled with whispers soft,
Teachers weave dreams with threads of thought,
Their voices a gentle guiding trough,
Lighting paths that once were fraught.

With patience vast as ocean’s span,
They nurture seeds of curiosity,
Encouraging each soul to scan,
The world with boundless generosity.

In eyes of students, futures gleam,
Where teachers plant the seeds of hope,
Helping each child to dare and dream,
And find their way to learn and cope.

For in their hands, the clay they mold,
Are minds that shape tomorrow’s dawn,
Teachers, with hearts and spirits bold,
Craft futures where bright dreams are drawn.