Beneath the silver glow, the fields gleam bright,
A bounty rich, a farmer’s dream in sight.
The harvest moon, a guardian in the night,
Watches over, blessing with gentle light.

The wheat sways softly, whispers tales of old,
Of hands that toiled and hearts so bold.
Each grain a story, each stalk a gold,
In the tapestry of life, they unfold.

Through the morning mist, the workers rise,
With calloused hands and hopeful eyes.
The earth responds, yielding its prize,
Under the vast, embracing skies.

As twilight falls, the day’s work done,
They gather ’round, every daughter and son.
Sharing laughter, the harvest won,
Thankful hearts, united as one.