Beneath the vast and endless sky,
Where golden fields of promise lie,
A farmer walks with steady grace,
In natureâs arms, he finds his place.
The morning sun, a guiding light,
Awakens dreams that take their flight,
With hands that toil, and hearts so true,
He nurtures life with every hue.
Through rain and drought, his spirit stays,
In whispered winds, he finds his ways,
The soil, a canvas painted wide,
With seeds of hope that gently bide.
As twilight falls, the dayâs work done,
He rests beneath the setting sun,
A steward of the earth so dear,
In every harvest, joy and cheer.