In the quiet hum of the morning light,
Where dreams and duties softly collide,
The hands of time whisper tales of might,
As souls to their daily quests abide.

Each task a note in a grand symphony,
Played by hearts both weary and hopeful,
In the rhythm of industry and harmony,
Building futures, steady and soulful.

Beneath the weight of countless hours,
Resilient spirits find their song,
In the fields, in the towers,
Where the dreams of many belong.

For in the heart of relentless endeavor,
Lie the seeds of tomorrow’s bloom,
Through toil and sweat, we discover,
The path from shadow to illuminated room.