The morning shines it*s widened smile
To wake the birds and warm the tile
With paper charts and straightened rule
Begin his tasks with sunshines fuel

A builder*s way is always kool
To lay a stone or wield a tool
Raise a house or lay a path
And doing right he knows the math

For when he*s done he wipes his brow
And sees what work and plans allow.
A finished floor or wooden gate
A job done right his only fate

So close your eyes and take your sleep
Sore muscles soothe as thoughts retreat
The work and toil from hands that make
With end of day good rest now take

While dreams preceed each visions fun
Unfold more plans with schedule done
When light arrives and nightimes* gone
You welcome new to build upon

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