In a field of gold, where sunbeams play,
A young farmer tends, in a gentle way,
With hands that nurture, and a heart that cares,
He feeds the cattle, with a loving air.
The grass he gathers, with a careful hand,
Is offered freely, to the waiting band,
Of cows and calves, with eyes so bright,
Grateful for the gift, in the warm sunlight.
The child and cattle, a harmonious pair,
A bond of trust, without a single care,
The rhythm of nature, a symphony sweet,
A rustic harmony, that can’t be beat.
The earthy scent, of soil and hay,
Fills the air with, a fresh new day,
The child’s laughter, echoes through the land,
As he works and plays, hand in hand.
In this peaceful scene, all troubles fade,
As the child farmer, and cattle, have made,
A connection deep, a friendship true,
A rustic harmony, forever shining through.
