In the golden light of dawn, the fields awake,
With whispers of the earth, the farmers partake,
Hands in soil, seeds of hope they sow,
In natureâs rhythm, their love will grow.
Underneath the vast and endless sky,
They toil and strive, as days go by,
Each furrowed line a story to tell,
Of dreams and hardships, known too well.
The seasons turn, a dance of time,
The crops respond, in perfect rhyme,
Through storm and sun, they stand their ground,
In every leaf, their efforts found.
As twilight falls, a serene embrace,
They rest their hands, worn but with grace,
For in each harvest, a promise lies,
A farmerâs legacy, beneath the skies.