Beneath the rising sun, a path begins anew,
With every step, the morning dew fades,
Hands steady, heart unwavering,
The seeds of dreams planted in silent grounds.

Through midday’s blazing heat, the labor persists,
Sweat beads glisten like diamonds of toil,
Shadows stretch long, yet spirits remain high,
For in every burden, a promise awaits.

As twilight descends, the hands do not rest,
The horizon glows with whispers of hope,
Each task a testament to the strength within,
Building bridges to the stars unseen.

When night embraces with gentle arms,
The echoes of effort softly resound,
A tapestry woven with threads of resilience,
To greet the dawn with renewed resolve.