In a workshop of creation, where dreams take flight,
A symphony of tools, in the soft morning light.
From hammers that echo to the whir of a drill,
In the hands of makers, a vision to fulfill.

Oh, tools of the trade, in the artisan's hand,
Crafting wonders from metal, wood, and sand.
Sculpting the future, shaping what will be,
In the realm of creation, where the hands are free