August, 2023
In the realm where dreams are born,
Where aspirations take their form,
A sacred dance of toil begins,
As hard work, the hero, grins.
From dawn’s embrace to dusk’s descent,
With fervent soul and will unbent,
We weave our tapestry of might,
Each thread a step towards the light.
Through sweat and tears, we strive ahead,
In every task, we’re spirit-led,
For nothing comes without a cost,
Yet hard work proves the bridge we crossed.
In fields of labor, hearts aligned,
A symphony of strength we find,
The seeds we sow with hands so deft,
Shall blossom forth with hope and breath.
On rocky paths, we forge our way,
Through challenges that come what may,
With courage as our faithful guide,
We break through barriers far and wide.
The mountains high, we dare to climb,
With sheer determination’s prime,
And in the face of doubts and fear,
We conquer all, with grit so clear.
For hard work builds our character,
A sculptor’s touch, an artisan’s stir,
And in its forge, we’re purified,
Emerging bold and fortified.
No shortcuts sought, no corners cut,
In every task, we find our rut,
For in the struggle, we define,
The essence of our grand design.
So let us praise the labor’s grace,
A noble path, a steady pace,
For in the sweat of honest toil,
We find our worth, our spirits royal.
And as we strive with hearts afire,
Our dreams shall soar and never tire,
For in the tapestry we’ve spun,
The testament of hard work’s won.
