In the golden glow of dawn’s first light,
Fields awaken, kissed by the morning dew,
Hands to soil, hearts entwined with might,
A farmer’s dream begins anew.

Beneath the azure sky, so vast and wide,
Rows of green, a tapestry of life,
Every seed sown, with hope and pride,
Through seasons’ dance, through joy and strife.

The whispering winds, the songs they weave,
Of harvests past and those to come,
A promise kept, in every leaf,
Where labor ends and rest is won.

Under the twilight’s gentle embrace,
Stars bear witness to the toil and care,
In fields of gold, a sacred space,
Where earth and sky are one, so rare.