In the gentle hush of morning light,
Fields awaken from the night’s embrace.
Whispers of the wind carry hopes and dreams,
As farmers rise to greet the day with grace.

Hands that work the soil with tender care,
Coaxing life from earth’s abundant heart.
Rows of green stretch toward the sky,
A testament to nature’s art.

Sunlit hours weave their golden thread,
Through the tapestry of toil and sweat.
Each seed a promise, each crop a song,
Harmonies that time will not forget.

As twilight casts its gentle glow,
The fields rest under the starry dome.
Farmers pause, with hearts content,
In the quiet of their earthly home.