Among the golden waves of grain, we find our peace,
With every sunrise, the promise of a new day released.
The soil beneath our feet, a canvas rich and deep,
In the heart of farming, our dreams and hopes we keep.

Rows of green, a testament to toil and care,
Each seed a story, a future we prepare.
The sun above, its warmth a gentle guide,
In the dance of seasons, we take in stride.

The whisper of the wind through fields that sway,
A symphony of life, in nature’s grand display.
The hands that nurture, strong and worn with time,
Crafting a legacy, a rhythm so sublime.

Beneath the stars, the fields rest, serene and still,
Dreaming of the dawn, of life renewed and filled.
In every harvest, the essence of our land,
In the art of farming, we proudly stand.