In the heart of the waking dawn,
Beneath the sky where dreams are drawn,
Farmers toil with love and care,
Sowing seeds in fields laid bare.

With every plow and gentle hand,
They shape the promise of the land,
Whispering to the earth below,
Stories only the soil will know.

As sun dips low and shadows play,
Their labor sings the end of day,
In silence rich with life anew,
The farmers’ bond with earth is true.

Through seasons’ dance and weathered time,
Their spirit stands, a timeless chime,
Guardians of the verdant earth,
Nurturing life, sustaining birth.