In the quiet hum of the morning light,
Where dreams dissolve and dawn takes flight,
We weave our hopes in threads so fine,
Crafting futures line by line.

With every tick of the relentless clock,
We shape our worlds, we build, we rock,
Through trials, triumphs, joy, and tears,
We forge ahead, despite our fears.

The desk, our stage, the screen, our script,
In every keystroke, each word dipped,
In ink of sweat, in shades of pride,
Our stories told, where dreams reside.

And when the stars in silence gleam,
We breathe anew, our spirits beam,
For in our toil and in our strife,
We find the essence of our life.