In the cradle of dawnâs gentle embrace,
Fields awaken to the promise of light,
Whispering winds caress the golden face,
A tapestry woven with morning’s might.
The dance of seeds beneath the fertile ground,
Silent yet vibrant, a life takes its form,
Roots reach deep where mysteries abound,
In natureâs quiet, a resilient norm.
Harvest beckons with its bountiful call,
Hands toil with reverence, gathering grace,
Songs of labor, echoing through the fall,
A sacred bond with earth they embrace.
As twilight descends, painting skies aglow,
Fields rest in peace, their stories unfurled,
In every furrow, dreams continue to grow,
A cycle eternal, nurturing the world.