Beneath the vast and open sky,
Farmers toil where dreams reside.
With every seed, they sow and try,
In fields where hope and earth collide.

The morning sun, a golden hue,
Kisses the land with gentle grace.
Each furrow tells a story new,
Of patience, strength, and nature’s pace.

Through storms and rain, they stand so tall,
Guardians of the growing land.
They heed the earth’s persistent call,
With weathered hearts and steady hands.

As twilight paints the sky in gold,
Harvests whisper tales of old.
In every grain, a promise told,
A farmer’s heart, steadfast and bold.