In the quiet of mornings, as sunlight breaks through,
She gathers her treasures, a vibrant crew.
With laughter and stories, she opens the door,
To worlds filled with wonder, where imaginations soar.
Each question they ask, she meets with delight,
Encouraging curiosity, igniting the light.
Through struggles and triumphs, she walks by their side,
A beacon of hope, a compassionate guide.
Though the clock ticks away, and the days may feel long,
In the rhythm of learning, she finds her own song.
With every small victory, she knows in her heart,
That the seeds she has planted will blossom and start.
Yet in the still moments, when the classroom is bare,
She reflects on her journey, the weight that she bears.
For the world may not see the love that she gives,
But in the lives she touches, her legacy lives.
So here’s to the unseen, the unsung, the true,
The teachers who nurture, who believe in the few.
In the tapestry woven with patience and care,
Their impact is timeless, a gift that they share.
For every child’s laughter, for every new dream,
They are the quiet heroes, the heart of the team.
Though accolades may fade, and the years may roll on,
In the hearts of their students, their light will live on.