The Honest Farmer

Beneath the sun where gold light gleams,  

The farmer works and lives his dreams.  

With soil and sky as trusted friends,  

His labor’s love, his heart ascends.

He knows the seed, the toil it takes,  

No tricks or shortcuts, no mistakes.  

Each furrow turned, each crop that's sown,  

Born from sweat and hands well-worn.

A stranger speaks with silver tongue,  

Promising wealth yet still unsung.  

But the farmer, wise and clear of sight,  

Understands no harvest springs overnight.

"You can't get something for nothing," he says,  

"My land, my work, they know the ways.  

I've tilled this earth, I know the cost,  

Truth in toil is never lost."

With peace of mind, he walks his way,  

Honest souls find rest each day.  

Simple truths in tasks well done,  

Rewarded by the rising sun.