There may be an engineer who builds merely because it is his profession,
and a humble labourer turning cement with weathered hands,
yet carrying in his heart the vision of something beautiful yet to rise.
One draws plans upon paper,
the other shapes dreams into stone,
both standing beneath the same sky,
but not always beneath the same purpose.
For it is not the title stitched upon your name that gives worth to your work,
nor the height of the ladder upon which you stand.
It is the spirit you bring to each task,
the love poured into unseen moments,
and the quiet belief that what your hands create
may leave the world more beautiful than you found it.
