In the hush of dawnâs first light,
The fields awake in golden hues.
A symphony of life takes flight,
As nature’s song begins its cues.
The plowman’s hands, rough and worn,
Dance with soil in practiced grace.
Seeds of hope in furrows borne,
A promise sown in earthâs embrace.
The sun bestows its warm caress,
On rows of green that stretch and sway.
Each leaf and stem in pure finesse,
A testament to nature’s sway.
And when the twilight paints the sky,
With shades of crimson, gold, and blue,
The fields, they whisper and they sigh,
A lullaby to dreams anew.