Beneath the sky so vast and wide, The farmer tends his land with pride. With sunlit mornings, seeds are sown,…
Beneath the wide embrace of sky, Where whispers of the wind do lie, The farmer treads with patient grace, Tending…
Beneath the golden sun, the fields awake, Whispers of morning dew on leaf and blade, The farmer’s heart in every…
In golden fields where sunlight drapes, The hands of time gently shape, Where whispers of the harvest sing, And dreams…
In fields where golden whispers grow, The morning sun begins to show, A farmerâs hand, steady and true, Guides the…
Beneath the sprawling azure sky, The fields whisper tales untold, Where seeds of hope in silence lie, Awaiting warmth to…
In the cradle of dawn, when the world is hushed, Fields awaken, kissed by the amber light, Whispers of the…
In dawn’s first light, the fields awaken, A symphony of life, with nature’s hand, The farmer’s touch, so gently taken,…
In the early dawn, the fields awake, As sunlight kisses the morning dew, Silent whispers of the earth we take,…
Golden fields under the amber sun, Whispers of wind through rows of corn. Hands toil in the earth, hearts one,…