In the dawn’s gentle embrace,
The farmer wakes with steady grace,
His hands, worn by toil and time,
Cultivate the earth, a rhythm sublime.

Through fields vast and wide,
He sows the seeds with hopeful pride,
The sun beats down, a fervent guide,
While whispers of the wind abide.

Each furrow tells a story old,
Of dreams and harvests yet untold,
The soil sings songs of life anew,
As rain and sweat their bonds renew.

As twilight falls, the day concludes,
Under the stars, his spirit broods,
A farmer’s heart, steadfast and true,
Awaits the dawn, with skies of blue.