Beneath the azure skies so wide,
Fields of gold in morningâs light,
Silent whispers of the earth,
Echo tales of timeless worth.
Seeds are sown with tender care,
Dreams of harvest in the air,
Hands that toil, hearts that yearn,
For the bounty they will earn.
Seasons shift, the cycle spins,
Nature’s dance begins again,
Rain and sun in perfect blend,
To the farmer, they attend.
From dawn to dusk, in fields they tread,
Sustaining life, providing bread,
The earth and man in harmony,
An ancient bond, forever free.