In the golden stretch of dawn, a farmer wakes,
His heart in tune with the earth’s gentle sigh,
Through rows of green, his path he makes,
Beneath the vast and watchful sky.

The plow cuts deep into the soil,
As seeds of hope are sown with care,
Each drop of sweat, each day of toil,
A testament to dreams laid bare.

Under the midday sun, crops rise,
A sea of green that sways and hums,
In nature’s dance, he finds the prize,
The promise of the harvest to come.

As twilight falls, the fields aglow,
In hues of amber, red, and gold,
The farmer’s heart, it overflows,
With stories of the land, untold.