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.