Beneath the vast and endless sky,
The fields stretch wide, a golden sea.
Each stalk of wheat begins to sigh,
In whispers of eternity.

The morning light, with gentle grace,
Kisses each leaf and blade anew.
The farmer’s hands, with steady pace,
Embrace the dawn with tasks to do.

The earth beneath, so rich and deep,
Holds secrets of the seasons past.
In quiet moments, seeds will sleep,
Awaiting sun and rain’s steadfast.

As day gives way to evening’s call,
The fields reflect a fiery hue.
In nature’s arms, we find our all,
In every breath, a life that’s true.