In the morning light, fresh and bright,
A gentle breeze whispers through,
Cleanliness, a sacred rite,
In every task, a world anew.

Sparkling floors and windows clear,
Reflecting dreams, so pure and near,
The scent of peace, forever dear,
In tidy spaces, hearts can steer.

The clutter fades, the chaos gone,
In order, there is song and tone,
Each polished surface, like the dawn,
Brings calm to the heart, a gentle throne.

Cleanliness, a daily grace,
In every corner, time and space,
With every sweep, a tender embrace,
A world reborn in serene embrace.