Beneath the golden sun, the earth awakens,
A symphony of life, in rows well-tended,
The whisper of the wind through wheat and barley,
A promise of abundance, nature’s bounty.
The farmer’s hands, both gentle and strong,
Sow seeds of hope, where dreams belong,
In furrows deep, where life takes root,
A future bright, in each green shoot.
Seasons dance in cyclical grace,
From spring’s embrace to autumn’s face,
Each drop of rain, each ray of light,
A testament to the farmer’s plight.
Harvest comes with laborâs end,
Fields of gold, where efforts blend,
The fruits of toil, in hands well-earned,
A cycle complete, as lessons learned.