In the heart of every dawn, where light begins to play,
Cleanliness whispers softly, in the quiet of the day.
It dances through the morning, with a gentle, tender grace,
Leaving traces of its presence, in every sacred space.

Through the open window, with the breeze it softly glides,
Bringing peace and clarity, where disorder once resides.
It is the touch of purity, the breath of life anew,
Wiping away the shadows, bringing everything in view.

In the stillness of the night, where silence tends to reign,
Cleanliness hums a lullaby, in a soothing, soft refrain.
It cradles hearts in comfort, it wraps the mind in care,
Promising a new beginning, in the morning air.

So let us cherish cleanliness, in every little deed,
For in its quiet presence, true beauty does indeed.
It is a song of harmony, a promise pure and bright,
A testament to order, in the softest, sweetest light.