In the quiet dawn, the day begins,
With hands that toil, and hearts that sing.
The rhythm of work, a timeless hymn,
Each effort, a note in the grandest symphony.

Beneath the sun’s relentless gaze,
We carve our dreams in stone and clay.
Each sweat drop tells a story,
Of passion, hope, and endless glory.

As twilight falls, the echoes remain,
Of tasks complete, and goals attained.
In every challenge, in every strain,
Lies the essence of our unyielding gain.

Through sleepless nights and weary days,
We find our strength in myriad ways.
For in our work, we find our grace,
A testament to the human race.