In the golden light of dawn, they rise,
With calloused hands and hopeful eyes.
Toiling under the vast, open skies,
They nurture the earth, where abundance lies.

Through seasons of plenty and times of dearth,
They sow the seeds, giving life to the earth.
With unwavering faith, they embrace rebirth,
Knowing each harvest proves their worth.

Beneath the moon’s soft, silvery glow,
They whisper to crops, letting their love show.
In fields where gentle breezes blow,
Their spirit thrives, steady and slow.

These silent guardians, humble and wise,
Teach us the value of every sunrise.
For in their labor, true beauty lies,
Crafting a legacy that never dies.