In the dawn’s gentle embrace, The farmer wakes with steady grace, His hands, worn by toil and time, Cultivate the…
In the golden dawn of waking fields, Farmers tread the earth with gentle care, Hands embrace the soil that yields,…
In the quiet hum of dawn’s embrace, Hands awaken to the rhythm’s call, Crafting dreams in the silent grace, As…
In the golden dawn, the fields awake,Where whispers of wind through wheat partake.Silent symphony of rustling leaves,In the heart of…
In the quiet hum of morning light, The clock begins its steady race, Hands move in rhythm, day to night,…
Beneath the golden morning light, They toil with hands that shape the land, With hearts as strong as oak, they…
Beneath the golden sun, they toil and sow, With hands that nurture life, they make it grow, In fields so…
In the shadow of towering steel, Where fortunes rise, and dreams congeal, A world of wealth, a gilded cage, Whispers…