Beneath the sun’s golden embrace, they toil,
With hands that speak the language of the soil.
Each seed a promise, each furrow a dream,
In fields where hope and nature’s wonders teem.

The morning mist whispers tales of dew,
As farmers rise with the world anew.
Their hearts beat in rhythm with the land,
Guided by nature’s gentle, nurturing hand.

Seasons dance in a timeless waltz,
As farmers mend the earth’s gentle faults.
With every harvest, a story is sown,
In fields where life’s true essence is grown.

As dusk settles, their spirits find rest,
Knowing in their hearts, they’ve done their best.
Under starlit skies, dreams softly unfurl,
In the quiet embrace of the farmer’s world.