In the dawn’s gentle embrace,
The fields awaken with grace,
Whispering winds through golden grains,
A farmer’s hope begins and sustains.

Beneath the sun’s relentless gaze,
Hands toil amidst the summer’s blaze,
Rows of green stretch far and wide,
Nature’s bounty, a farmer’s pride.

As autumn paints the world anew,
Harvest calls, the skies are blue,
Crisp leaves dance, a joyful sway,
A farmer’s heart full of gratitude today.

Winter winds weave a blanket of white,
Fields rest softly in the quiet night,
Dreams of spring softly unfurl,
In a farmer’s world, hope is the pearl.