In the early dawn, they rise with the sun,
Hands rough with soil, hearts full of dreams,
Tending to the land, their work begun,
In nature’s symphony, they are the themes.

Through seasons’ change, they stand tall,
Braving the storm, the drought, the rain,
With every harvest, answering the call,
Bearing the fruits of labor and pain.

Their stories etched in furrows deep,
Silent warriors of the earth and sky,
In fields where sun and shadows sweep,
They toil, they nurture, they never deny.

A testament to human will and grace,
Each seed they plant, a pledge renewed,
In every crop, life’s delicate embrace,
Farmers’ love, forever imbued.