In the dance of life, work finds its tune, A rhythm to keep, from dawn to noon. Completion’s embrace, a fulfilling sight, Liberating souls in the depths of night.
Yet, if bound by duty’s heavy chain, Exhaustion reigns, leaving naught but pain. For in the end, completion’s grasp, Leaves one feeling empty, an aimless gasp.
So seek the work that fills your heart’s cup, Let passion guide, and lift you up. For in this life, your purpose true, Is to make your work work for you.
In the stream, you flow, not a stone’s dream, Nor a tree’s forever grounded theme. Not mere air’s binding glue, nor fire’s fleeting wit, But part of this world, every pulse, every fit. Awaken, move, make each moment profound, For you’re not static, but boundlessly unbound.
In the dance of dawn’s tender hue, Shines a radiant spirit, strong and true. With each heartbeat, a symphony they play, On this Women’s Day, love lights the way.
Oh, beloved souls, so gentle and kind, In your grace, endless treasures we find. With every smile, a melody so sweet, Happy Women’s Day, to hearts that beat.
