Farming
Beneath the sun, the farmer sows,
Into the earth where hope still grows.
With patient hands and faithful heart,
He gives the seed its place to start.
The rain will come, the green will rise,
And golden harvest fill the skies.
For every seed the farmer lays,
Is a prayer for better days.
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