In the early dawn, the fields awake,
As sunlight kisses the morning dew,
Silent whispers of the earth we take,
In the heartland where dreams come true.

The farmer’s hands, so rough yet kind,
Sow the seeds of life anew,
With each furrow, hope we find,
Beneath the skies so vast and blue.

Seasons change, as time does flow,
Harvests bloom in golden hue,
Through summer’s heat and winter’s snow,
The bond with earth forever true.

In the twilight, fields rest once more,
Under stars that softly gleam,
Farming’s tale, a timeless lore,
A testament to nature’s dream.