Farmer
Farmer


In fields of gold, where sunlight weaves,
A farmer toils 'neath autumn leaves.
Hands calloused, tilling the earth's embrace,
Seeds sown with hope, a humble grace.
Sunrise whispers on the morning breeze,
A diligent dance among the trees.
Rows of green, a quilted land,
Nurtured by the farmer's weathered hand.
Through seasons' ebb, and winters cold,
The farmer's tale, a story bold.
Sweat and toil in the noonday sun,
Harvest moon, when the work is done.
Crops that sway in a gentle breeze,
A testament to determined ease.
Bounty reaped from the earth's deep hold,
The farmer's heart, resilient and bold.
In furrows deep, a legacy sown,
A farmer's spirit, forever known.
For every yield, a labor's song,
In the fields where dreams belong.