In the quiet hum of morning’s light,
Where dreams and duties softly meet,
We rise with purpose, hearts ignited,
Facing the day with steady feet.
Amidst the ticking clock’s embrace,
Our hands weave stories, tasks unfold,
A tapestry of time and grace,
In every moment, courage bold.
As shadows stretch with setting sun,
Reflections dance on weary minds,
Yet in the glow of work well done,
A sense of peace the heart defines.
Through endless cycles, night and morn,
We seek the balance life demands,
In work’s embrace, new dreams are born,
Guided by hope, with open hands.