The Cleaners' Song: A Life of Dedication and Drive

In dawn’s first light, they rise with grace,

With silent steps, they take their place.

Brooms in hand and mops held tight,

They bring the day from dark to bright.

Through hallways long and rooms so vast,

They work with care, their touch steadfast.

Each sweep, each swipe, a silent ode,

To those who walk the paths they've toed.

Their hands may tire, their backs may ache,

But pride in work, they never forsake.

For in each gleam and spotless floor,

They see the fruits of toil and more.

It's not just dirt they sweep away,

But worries, fears that cloud the day.

With every sparkle, every shine,

They weave a thread of peace, divine.

Motivation flows from deep inside,

A sense of purpose, undenied.

To make a space where all can thrive,

And in their hearts, they feel alive.

For in the humble tasks they choose,

Lies strength and honor, none can lose.

So here's to those who clean our way,

Their lives a testament each day.

- Jasmine