In the halls of learning

In halls of learning, where young minds ignite, A symphony of guidance, shining ever bright. Not just the teacher with lessons planned, But every soul contributes, with loving hand. The janitor's care, a clean and welcoming space, The lunch lady's smile, a warm and friendly face. The principal's vision, a steady, guiding light, Each plays a part, in shaping futures bright. From bus driver's greeting, to librarian's lore, Each interaction plants a seed to grow. A tapestry of influence, woven with love, Nurturing dreams, sent from up above. They mend scraped knees, and listen to fears, They celebrate triumphs, and wipe away tears. A labor of love, though often unseen, Their dedication profound, a vibrant, hopeful scene. Sometimes thankless, yet they persevere, With passion and purpose, banishing all fear. For in each child's growth, a reward they find, A future they build, with heart and with mind. So let us acknowledge, with gratitude and praise, These unsung heroes, in countless ways. Let pride swell within them, for the work they embrace, Shaping tomorrow's leaders, with love and with grace. For they are the guardians, of dreams yet to bloom, The architects of futures, dispelling all gloom. In every child's success, their legacy resides, Educators all, with hearts open wide.