In fields of green, the farmers toil,
With sweat on brow, and hands in soil.
They sow the seeds, and nurture the land,
A labor of love, a harvest planned.
With patience and care, they tend each day,
Watching crops grow, in the sun's warm ray.
They battle pests, and fight off blight,
In nature's dance, they take the right.
From dawn till dusk, they work so hard,
Their livelihood, the crops regard.
For in their hands, the power lies,
To feed the world, beneath vast skies.
Agriculture, a timeless art,
That feeds the belly, and warms the heart.
With gratitude, we thank the earth,
And the farmers' hands, that bring our worth.
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