In the morning light, the fields awaken,
Golden waves of grain softly shaken.
The earth, a canvas, painted with care,
A testament to life, beyond compare.
Rows of green, reaching for the sun,
Each leaf a promise of work well done.
Nature and nurture, hand in hand,
Cultivating dreams across the land.
The farmer’s labor, a silent song,
A melody of toil, steady and strong.
Seasons change, yet the cycle remains,
A dance of life in sun and rains.
As dusk descends, the fields rest,
Cradled in shadows, nature’s breast.
Tomorrow’s dawn will bring anew,
The endless cycle, fresh and true.