At the break of morning light,
A construction site’s in sight,
Machines and workers, big and small,
Working hard to build it all.
Bulldozers push, excavators dig deep,
Cranes lift heavy loads, in a heap.
Mixers turn with a rumbling sound,
Pouring concrete all around.
Hard hats on, the workers go,
Building structures, row by row.
Brick by brick and beam by beam,
They work as one, like a team.
Hammers pound, saws buzz away,
As they craft and mold and lay,
Foundations strong, walls so high,
Reaching, reaching for the sky.
By the end, when day is done,
They pack up tools, their work is spun,
A building stands, so tall and bright,
Thanks to the crew and their might.
So next time you pass that way,
Remember the hands that shaped the day,
For every nail, every site,
Tells the tale of the construction site.
