In the quiet dawn, where dreams still dance,
Awakens the spirit, ready to take a stance.
Muscles whisper secrets of the night,
Preparing for the dayâs demanding light.
The breath of morning fills the eager chest,
With every heartbeat, it seeks only the best.
A symphony of motion, a rhythm so pure,
In every step, the spirit finds its cure.
The sweat that glistens on the brow,
A testament to the promise made now.
With each lift and each stride,
Strength and endurance come to abide.
Even as the sun begins its slow descent,
The body hums with the day’s content.
In the quiet eve, where peace is found,
The journey of strength comes full around.