Forces of nature, always in motion

Often unnoticed, seemingly silent

Occasionally witnessed by the keenest

Eyes, a shifting and shaping caused

By constant pressure, the way

Heat radiates from the sun, slowly

Quietly and continuously, melting

Blankets of ice into rivers, that rush

Full of water, wildly, eroding the rocks

And earth, on an expedition to the sea

So too, are the deeds of the mightiest

Of people, the quietly powerful, the ones

Who act in silence, being the wind that

Carves the stone, lifting the lives of

Others, upon their backs,  the teachers

The caregivers, the anonymous, who

seeking neither praise nor recognition,

Are the spine of humanity, spirits on

Their greatest mission, who touch us

Creating the changes, we often overlook