Under sun-kissed skies, they work the land
With calloused hands, and a dedicated stand
Their days begin, before dawn’s early light
To tend the crops, and bring forth the night
Their sweat and labor, a testament to their might
As they nurture growth, and bring forth the sight
Of green shoots bursting, from earth below
A symphony of life, in every row
With every harvest, a story unfolds
Of dreams and struggles, of trials and gold
Their connection to earth, a sacred bond
A legacy of love, forever beyond
In this field of toil, they find their pride
A sense of purpose, that will not subside
For they are the stewards, of this land so fair
And their hard work, is a gift beyond compare
