In the morning light, we rise,
Our hands ready for the day’s endeavor,
To build, to create, under vast skies,
Each task a note in the endless ledger.

The rhythm of work, a steady beat,
Echoes through the bustling halls,
Where dreams and sweat, in union meet,
To answer duty’s unwavering calls.

Through trials and triumphs, we persist,
With every challenge, our resolve grows,
In the forge of effort, we exist,
As the flame of purpose brightly glows.

At dusk, we rest, our hearts content,
With the fruits of labor, we reflect,
On the symphony of time well spent,
And the bonds of work we all respect.