In the quite bustle of morning bright,
I stand before my eager teary eyes,
A canvas blank, a world in sight,
With dreams to weave and hopes to rise,
Each lesson crafted, a labor of love,
Words like seeds in fertile ground.
I nurture, like stars above,
In every heart, spark is found.
Through trials faced, I stand my ground,
For every tear, a smile will bloom,
In laughter shared, my soul is bound,
In this noble profession I chose,
Here I am with open hands,
I’d lay my life, my heart, my soul,
For every child who dares to dream,
To guide them gently toward their goal,
To help them find their own bright beam.
For I am a vessel with light to flow,
For teaching is the path I chose to have.
