In the morning light, we find our way, Through gentle mists that softly play. The air is crisp, the sky…
In the whisper of the morning breeze, Lies a promise of purity and peace, A world renewed with gentle grace,…
In morning light, the world awakes, A gentle breeze, a whispered call, To cleanse the earth and clear the lakes,…
In the quiet dawn, where whispers sing, Cleanliness blooms, a sacred thing. Dust and clutter fade away, Leaving peace to…
In the gentle sweep of morning light, clarity unfolds, Dust dances away, leaving stories untold, A breath of fresh air…