Beneath the endless sky so blue,
Where sun and moon pass gently by,
The farmer toils with steadfast hands,
His dreams sewn deep in fertile lands.
The morning mist, a gentle veil,
Embraces fields where seeds are sown,
With every furrow, every row,
A promise of tomorrow’s growth.
Through storms and droughts, the seasons’ test,
He stands unwavering, nature’s guest,
With wisdom drawn from earth and sky,
He nurtures life where others sigh.
As harvest time draws near at last,
His labor’s fruits begin to shine,
The yield of patience, sweat, and grace,
A tapestry of life’s embrace.