In the quiet dawn, where whispers weave,Chickens stir, as dreams take leave.Their gentle clucks, like morning’s sigh,Awake the world beneath…
In the gentle light of dawn they wander,Feathers ruffled by the whispering breeze,Clucking softly as they ponder,Amongst the dew-kissed grass…
Under the amber dawn, they rise with the sun, Feathered beings of the earth, their day begun. With soft clucks…
In fields where golden sunlight dances free, The farmer’s hands weave dreams in furrowed lines, Each seed a promise, whispered…
Underneath the sun’s golden embrace, The farmer toils with a humble grace. Hands worn and weathered, yet spirit bright, He…
As the first light peeks over the hill, The barnyard wakes to a gentle thrill. Roosters crow, a herald of…
Beneath the golden sun, he toils and sows, With hands that nurture, where the green field grows. Each furrow turned,…
Beneath the golden morning sun, The farmer toils, his day begun. With calloused hands and heart so true, He plants…
In the quiet dawn, he rises with the sun, Hands calloused, heart full of dreams yet spun. The earth his…