In the quiet dawn, where whispers sing,
Cleanliness blooms, a sacred thing.
Dust and clutter fade away,
Leaving peace to greet the day.
Through open windows, fresh air flows,
A gentle breeze that softly blows.
Sweeping out the staleness past,
Embracing purity at last.
Floors that gleam and surfaces shine,
Reflecting order, so divine.
In this space, our spirits lift,
A gift of calm, a precious gift.
Cleanliness, a mindful art,
Nurturing both home and heart.
In every corner, bright and clear,
It whispers peace for all to hear.