In dawn’s first light, the fields awaken,
A symphony of life, with nature’s hand,
The farmer’s touch, so gently taken,
Cultivates the bounty of the land.

The soil, a canvas rich and deep,
Awaits the seeds of hope and care,
With each new day, the dreams they keep,
Sprout forth in sunlit, open air.

Through seasons’ dance, the cycles turn,
From spring’s fresh bloom to autumn’s yield,
The farmer’s heart, with passion, burns,
Sustaining life upon the field.

In twilight’s glow, the fields now rest,
A lullaby of earth and sky,
The farmer’s work, a noble quest,
To feed the world, to nourish, to supply.