Beneath the sprawling azure sky,
The fields whisper tales untold,
Where seeds of hope in silence lie,
Awaiting warmth to break their mold.

With dawn’s embrace, the soil awakes,
A symphony of life unfolds,
Each leaf and shoot a promise makes,
As sunlight weaves its threads of gold.

Through rain’s gentle, rhythmic dance,
The earth drinks deep its sweet refrain,
And farmers, with a steadfast glance,
Tend the land through joy and pain.

As harvest moon ascends the night,
The fields rejoice in golden hue,
A testament to silent might,
Of those who dream and dare anew.