Beneath the azure skies so wide, Fields of gold in morningâs light, Silent whispers of the earth, Echo tales of…
Beneath the golden autumn skies, Fields of amber waves arise, The harvest moon begins to glow, As whispers of the…
Under the vast and endless sky, Where fields of green and golden lie, The quiet farmers sow their dreams, In…
Underneath the sun’s golden embrace, The farmer toils with a humble grace. Hands worn and weathered, yet spirit bright, He…
Beneath the golden sun, fields stretch wide, Whispers of the harvest moon, nature’s pride. The earthâs embrace, nurturing hands so…
In dawn’s first light, the fields awake, Golden grains sway, a silent lake. The farmer’s hands, with tender care, Tend…
Beneath the golden sun, they toil and strive, From dawn’s first light until the quiet night, With weathered hands and…
In the garden where the sunlight gleams, Nature’s wonders unfold in verdant dreams, Carrots and beans in rows so neat,…
In fields where morning dew still clings, The strawberry blossoms greet the dawn, With ruby hues and tender wings, A…
In the heart of dawn, where whispers start, The farmer wakes to play his part. With hands that nurture, soil…