For the Hands That Guide Us
Just two months in, and we've come so far, With teachers beside us, they've been our North Star. In a year that’s short, but feels so alive, It's their steady hands that help us survive. They’re more than the lessons, more than the grades, They’ve been our calm when the excitement fades. In every challenge, big or small, They lift us higher, they catch us when we fall. In these two months, we've shared laughs and tears, Through highs and lows, they’ve eased our fears. With just over 145 days to go, They’ll keep lighting our path, helping us grow. They’ve shown us strength in times of doubt, That even in chaos, we’ll figure it out. Their late nights, their care, their hearts open wide, Are the reasons we thrive with them by our side. So here’s to our teachers, in just these two months, You’ve given us courage, you’ve given us trust. Though this year may be short, the memories stay, In your hands, we’ve found our way. We’ll cherish this time, every lesson and laugh, With