In golden fields where sunlight drapes,
The hands of time gently shape,
Where whispers of the harvest sing,
And dreams take flight on feathered wing.

The farmer’s toil from dawn till night,
With steady heart and hopeful sight,
In furrowed rows, the seeds are sown,
A testament to earth they’ve known.

The gentle kiss of morning’s dew,
Awakens life, vibrant and true,
Beneath the azure, vast and wide,
Nature’s bounty does abide.

Come evening’s hush, a peaceful glow,
As twilight paints the world below,
The cycle turns, a story old,
In every leaf, a tale is told.