In quiet halls, their voices rise,
Shaping minds with patient sighs,
Guiding hands through realms unknown,
Seeds of knowledge gently sown.

In their eyes, a beacon bright,
Illuminating paths of light,
With wisdom, care, and endless grace,
They lead with love, a warm embrace.

Through trials, they remain steadfast,
Their lessons echo, long and vast,
In every heart, their mark they leave,
A legacy we all receive.

A teacher’s gift, beyond compare,
A guiding star, always there,
In every life, their touch profound,
In every word, their echo found.