In the golden dawn, the fields awake,Where whispers of wind through wheat partake.Silent symphony of rustling leaves,In the heart of a farmer, who believes.The earth sings songs of toil and care,Under the sun’s watchful, tender glare.Each seed a promise, each day a gift,In furrowed lands where spirits lift.With calloused hands and hopeful gaze,He tends the soil through endless days.The rain and sun, his trusted friends,Guide his journey till harvest ends.In the twilight’s gentle, fading light,Dreams of bounty take their flight.A farmer’s heart in harmony,With nature’s grace and legacy.