In the quiet hum of the morning light,
Where shadows of dreams fade to sight,
The hands of time begin their quest,
In the dance of diligence, we find our rest.

Beneath the weight of whispered hopes,
We weave our stories through the ropes,
Of endless tasks and fleeting hours,
Building bridges with unseen powers.

Through the ebb and flow of fleeting days,
In the silent symphony of our ways,
We carve our path with earnest grace,
In the tapestry of work, we find our place.

As stars emerge in the evening’s sigh,
We pause to breathe and wonder why,
Yet in the heart of every striving soul,
Lies the quiet joy of reaching a goal.