In the morning light, fields awaken,
A canvas of green under the sky,
Where seeds of hope are gently taken,
By hands that toil and dreams that fly.

The sun’s embrace on golden grain,
Whispers stories of seasons past,
Where rain and soil dance in refrain,
Nurturing life that holds steadfast.

Beneath the moon’s watchful gaze,
A lullaby of rustling leaves,
Singing of labor’s endless praise,
In every harvest the heart believes.

Through storms that test and winds that sway,
The roots hold strong, unyielding, true,
In the cycle of night and day,
Agriculture’s eternal view.