In the heart of dawn, where whispers wake,
Fields stretch wide, in hues of gold and green.
The farmer’s hand, gentle and wise,
Guides the plow, as dreams take flight.

Sunlit hours dance upon the soil,
Seeds nestled deep, in tender embrace.
Hope blooms beneath the azure sky,
As nature’s rhythm begins its song.

Rivers of sweat carve paths through the earth,
A testament to patience and grace.
Every furrow a promise, every grain a story,
Of life nurtured beneath the sky’s vast gaze.

Twilight whispers the day’s farewell,
Harvested dreams rest in humble hands.
The cycle continues, eternal and true,
In fields where life and time entwine.