In fields where sunlight gently pours,
The amber waves stretch wide and far,
Beneath the sky, where eagles soar,
The harvest calls, a guiding star.

The whispers of the autumn breeze,
Serenade the golden grains,
A dance of leaves among the trees,
As nature sings in gentle refrains.

The farmers toil with steady hands,
Their hearts aligned with earth’s own song,
Through endless rows of fertile lands,
They gather strength to carry on.

When twilight falls on fields of gold,
The harvest moon begins to rise,
A story of the seasons told,
In every seed beneath the skies.