The day’s last light begins to fade,
Yet in its glow, the work is laid—
A tapestry of sweat and skill,
A mark of strength, a feat of will.

Each task was met, each hurdle crossed,
Not one small effort spared or lost.
With steady hands and sharpened mind,
We gave our all, left none behind.

The echoes of each careful choice,
Of focused eye and steady voice,
Now linger softly in the air,
Proof that our purpose held us there.

In every inch, in every line,
The hours speak; the details shine.
And as we step away to rest,
We feel the calm of doing our best.

It’s not the prize, the cheer, the praise,
But knowing through those earnest days,
We stood our ground, we gave our heart,
And finished what we dared to start.

So here’s to labor, love, and grit,
To quiet pride in what we’ve knit—
A job well done, no boast, no claim,
Just honor held within our name.