The lamp at the Tip of the pena

 

The lamp at the Tip of the pena

You are a lantern, in the silent classroom.

Illuminating, every corner. which was once dark and desolate.

With patience, you carve, into our innocent hearts.

Eternal traces of knowledge, that will never be erased.

Your words are a fountain. flowing, with wisdom.

Teaching, us to read the world, tirelessly.

Your hands firmly hold, the rudder of the future.

Guiding, the boat of dreams, across storms of obstacles.

You are present not only, as a giver of grades.

But a sculptor of the soul. a printer of noble

 

My teacher, you are the root of every tree of ambition.

Growing, skyward, as mighty as the eagle.

Thank you. hero without a medal. Your love is a prayer, that will never perish.