In the gentle whisper of morning’s light, Cleanliness dances with a graceful ease, Washing away the shadows of night, Restoring…
In the gentle sweep of morning’s light, Cleanliness whispers through the air, A dance of dust, now taken flight, Leaves…
In the quiet of the evening sky, Her gentle touch like a lullaby, Mama Mary, with eyes so bright, Guides…
In a garden where dreams softly bloom, Children chase the sunlit hues, Their laughter, a melody of pure delight, Innocence…
In the garden where innocence blooms, Gentle whispers of youthful dreams, A world untouched by sorrow’s gloom, Where light through…