I am the farmer, with hands graced by soil,
In the heart of the earth, where love takes root.
Each seed I plant whispers of tomorrow's green,
Every blossom laughs with the sun's warm salute.
I am the farmer, with a spirit serene,
In the quiet dawn, I converse with the land.
Every leaf a letter from the wind,
Every fruit a gift from the sky's open hand.
I am the farmer, with a heart full of hope,
In each furrow, a prayer for the rain.
Every pot tells a tale of life,
Every fence a line from the earth's own refrain.
I am the farmer, with endless love,
In every motion, a melody of existence.
Each sunset paints a spectrum of hues,
Every star a