Underneath the sun’s golden embrace,
The farmer toils with a humble grace.
Hands worn and weathered, yet spirit bright,
He sows dreams in fields, from dawn till night.

The soil, a canvas for his hopeful seeds,
With every furrow, his heart it feeds.
Seasons dance, in a timeless ballet,
Each crop a promise of a brighter day.

Through storms and droughts, he stands firm,
A guardian of life, through every term.
The land speaks to him in ancient tones,
A bond unbroken, in whispered stones.

Harvest brings the fruits of his tender care,
A bounty shared, with love laid bare.
In every grain, a story old and new,
A farmer’s legacy, steadfast and true.