In the heart of dawn, where whispers start, The farmer wakes to play his part. With hands that nurture, soil…
Beneath the azure sky so vast and wide, The farmer sows with hope, his heart as guide, In fertile soil…
In the quiet dawn, the fields awake, Whispering secrets only farmers partake. The soil, rich with dreams untold, Nurtures life,…
Golden fields under azure skies, Whispering secrets of harvest time. Sun-kissed grains with a gentle sigh, Awaiting the touch of…
Beneath the golden sun, the earth awakens, A symphony of life, in rows well-tended, The whisper of the wind through…