In the morning light, a sparkle gleams,
A world renewed, as if in dreams.
The air so crisp, the sky so clear,
Cleanliness whispers, drawing near.

A gentle breeze sweeps through the trees,
Carrying scents of freshened seas.
Each leaf and petal, washed anew,
In purity, a vibrant hue.

Streets and paths, a canvas bright,
Gleaming under the sun’s warm light.
Every corner, every space,
Reflects the care, a pure embrace.

Hands that wipe and hearts that strive,
To keep the world and dreams alive.
In cleanliness, we find our peace,
A harmony that will never cease.