Beneath the golden sun, they toil and strive,
With calloused hands that bring the earth to life.
From dawn till dusk, their labor never ends,
These farmers, our true and steadfast friends.

Through seasons’ change and weather’s cruel embrace,
They nurture crops with love and endless grace.
Each seed they plant, a promise to the land,
Sustaining all with tender, guiding hands.

The soil they turn, a testament of care,
Their hearts attuned to nature’s whispered prayer.
In fields of green where life begins anew,
Our gratitude to farmers, ever true.

So let us honor those who feed our soul,
The guardians of fields, who make us whole.
With every harvest, may their spirits rise,
For in their hands, our future brightly lies.