Poems ✍️

Through early dawn and evening light,
The hands that work give life its might.
They lift, they craft, they sow, they plan,
And shape the world with every span.

No task too small, no night too long,
Each effort echoes like a song.
On Labor Day, we pause to see
The quiet strength of industry.

From fields of green to city streets,
From office desks to factory beats,
The world depends on sweat and care,
The workers’ love is everywhere.