Poem for teachers ( Draft #4 )
A Teacher's Quiet Strength
To those who ignite the flame of thought,
Who mold the hearts and help them sought
A realm of wonder, vast and wide,
In dreams they nurture, in hopes they bide.
With patience, love, and guiding hand,
They lead each child to understand
That every question, thought, or spark
Can color the world, can leave a mark.
In quiet moments, they prepare,
Their wisdom flowing through the air,
A tapestry of joy and grace,
That lifts us to a brighter space.
For all the lessons, big and small,
For lifting spirits when they fall,
For every step, for every tear—
We thank you, teachers, year by year..
Through sleepless nights and endless care,
You craft a future, pure and rare,
One filled with dreams that take their flight,
Through minds you taught to seek the light.
You plant the seeds of boundless growth,
A silent promise, sacred oath,
To let each child explore their way,
And find the courage to display.
A world of wonder, fierce and kind,
You shape the future, mind by mind.
With every word, with every page,
You help them find their rightful stage.
For every child you helped to soar,
For giving them the strength to roar,
For showing them the power within,
To chase their dreams, to rise, to win.
The countless hours you dedicate,
To nurture minds, to elevate,
The world will blossom, bright and true,
Because of all the work you do.
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