In the morning light, the world awakes,
A canvas pure, no blemish breaks,
The whispering winds, the gentle streams,
Cleanliness, a realm of dreams.

With every sweep, with every care,
We banish dust, we clear the air,
A sacred act, a mindful quest,
To keep our world in tidy dress.

The earth, our home, a sacred ground,
Needs our love, a care profound,
In every corner, every space,
Cleanliness leaves its gentle trace.

Let us honor, let us strive,
To keep this world serene, alive,
For in the pure, the clean, the bright,
We find our peace, our heart’s delight.