In the morning light, we find our way,
Through gentle mists that softly play.
The air is crisp, the sky a dream,
In this world where cleanliness is supreme.

The earth beneath, a canvas wide,
Awaits the touch of hands with pride.
A sweep, a dust, a careful care,
To keep our spaces bright and fair.

The whispers of the tidy breeze,
Bring peace and calm with such ease.
In every corner, every seam,
Lies the promise of a fresh regime.

Let clutter fade, let order reign,
In purity, we find no strain.
For cleanliness, a sacred rite,
In its embrace, our spirits take flight.