Beneath the vast and open sky,
The farmer toils as days go by.
With calloused hands and steady pace,
He nurtures life with care and grace.

The golden fields sway in the breeze,
A testament to nature’s ease.
In every seed and every plow,
The farmer’s dreams take root and grow.

Morning sun and evening stars,
Witness his journey near and far.
Through rain and shine, he never tires,
Fueled by hope and deep desires.

The earth and sky, a sacred bond,
A dance of life that goes beyond.
In every harvest, every yield,
The farmer’s heart becomes the field.