In realms where emerald whispers fill the air,
A teacher's path, untrodden, lies there bare.
Mangyan hearts, like seedlings, pure and deep,
Yearning for knowledge, and secrets they would keep.
With chalk and hope, a bridge you did impart,
Igniting minds, a spark within each heart.
Through dialects and customs, you did find,
A common ground, where souls entwined.
From lowland plains to mountain's lofty crest,
Your footsteps echoed nature's finest test.
With patience as your guide, and love for your art,
You shaped young dreams, a masterpiece of heart.
In bamboo huts, where laughter fills the space,
You sowed the seeds of wisdom, grace, and grace.
A mentor, companion, a beacon in the night,
You painted futures with colors warm and bright.
So let your spirit soar, on wings of pride,
For in their lives, your legacy will abide.
A teacher of the forest, strong and true,
Inspiring souls, with vision ever new.