In fields where golden grains sway,
Beneath the azure sky’s embrace,
Farmers toil from dawn to dusk,
In nature’s rhythm, they find grace.

Rows of green stretch far and wide,
Seeds of hope nurtured with care,
Underneath the sun’s warm glide,
Life springs forth, beyond compare.

With each furrow, dreams are sown,
Hands calloused, hearts strong and pure,
In the soil, their love is shown,
In harvest, their joys endure.

Seasons change, yet they remain,
Guardians of the land so dear,
Through the storm, through sun and rain,
Their legacy forever clear.