In fields where golden grains sway,
Beneath the azure skies of day,
The harvest whispers tales of toil,
Of hands that nurture, hearts that soil.

Each kernel cradles dreams of old,
In sunlit waves of liquid gold,
The fruits of labor, sweat, and care,
A testament to love laid bare.

In autumn’s embrace, the earth yields,
A bounty from her fertile fields,
With every sheaf, a story told,
Of nature’s wonders, manifold.

So let us gather, hand in hand,
To celebrate this promised land,
With hearts alight, and spirits high,
We cherish harvests by and by.