Straw moved soft along the stone
Every sweep a calming tone
Dust released without a fight
Floor returned to gentle light
No one cheered the tidy ground
Stillness rose without a sound
Sweat adorned the modest brow
Work felt sacred here and now
Not a task for rank or name
Yet the room felt not the same
Care transformed the breathing space
Swept the world with simple grace
Honor lives in humble stroke
Pride in service softly spoke
Broom restores what gold forgets—
Purity in quiet sweats