In the quiet hum of the night,
Where dreams and duties blend,
We toil beneath the shadow,
Till the stars greet the end.

Hands worn by endless labor,
Yet hearts that never tire,
Building futures from the dust,
With hopes that never expire.

The sun rises with a promise,
Of tasks yet to unfold,
Each minute a silent whisper,
Of stories yet untold.

In moments of reflection,
We find the strength to soar,
For in the echoes of our work,
Lies the peace we’ve been searching for.