In the early morning’s gentle light,
We rise to meet the day’s new fight.
With tools in hand and hearts alight,
We tread the path of endless might.
The clock’s soft tick, a metronome,
Guiding us through fields unknown.
Each task a step, each goal a stone,
Building dreams, our seeds are sown.
Sweat and toil, a humble trade,
In work’s embrace, we are remade.
Through trials faced and fears allayed,
Our spirits forged, our fears allayed.
As dusk descends and shadows fall,
We pause to heed the evening’s call.
Reflecting on our journey’s sprawl,
We find in work, our greatest thrall.