Teachers the Burning Candle

Oh Teachers! The burning candles, The moulders of young minds. The pathfinder to the searching sheep. Teachers are like burning candles, breezing in all day out. Designing the world future. Walking through the wind, the nestling of the leaves. They are the idols of the earth. The upheaving shadows, and dark appearance. Searching for the nooks and crannies, increasing my knowledge, after pain is sweet gain. Having a bright path, because of my burning candle.