Beneath the golden morning light,
The fields awaken with gentle grace.
Farmers rise with steadfast might,
Their hands and hearts set the pace.

Through seasons’ dance and nature’s call,
They sow the seeds of hope and care.
In rain and sun, they stand tall,
Nurturing life with love so rare.

The whispers of the wind they hear,
As crops sway in a rhythmic song.
With every harvest, they draw near,
To dreams they’ve held their whole life long.

Guardians of the land they remain,
In humble strength, a timeless art.
Their legacy in each grain,
The beating of the earth’s own heart.