Songteksten
The morning breeze wakes up the room,
I sweep the hallway with a broom.
The kitchen counter gleams so bright,
I brew some tea to start the light.
The to-do list fills with tasks to try,
Fold the laundry, let it dry.
The bathroom mirror, clean and neat,
I mop the tiles beneath my feet.
A quick shopping trip, the fridge to fill,
The pantry waits with jars to spill.
The bedroom floor, the clothes I sort,
Each little chore becomes a sport.
Tripsteps helps me every day,
From work to rest, I learn the way.
Each word I find becomes a key,
Daily tasks mean growth for me.
By evening time, I wash my hands,
Prepare the table, the meal expands.
I read a chapter before I sleep,
Dreams of routines, both calm and deep.