Farmer's Daughter.

Farmer's daughter.
Beneath the sunlit quilt of golden rice fields,
In the heart of earth where labor yields,
There walks a farmer's daughter face all fair,
Tending to the crops with gentle care.

Her hands, an ode to toil and grace,
In the dawn's embrace, she finds her place,
Braids on her head woven so intricately from dawn,
A bright soul, from the land she's born.

With calloused fingers and a sun-kissed face,
She sows the seeds watching the sunset in a quiet embrace,
To nature's song she lends her ear,
A melody of seasons crystal clear.

Through rice fields blooming in hues divine,
She walks the buddings her steps align,
With whispers of the wind and rustling leaves,
A daughter of the soil  where strength conceives.

Her eyes reflect the amber glow,
Of twilight skies where dreams may grow,
A daughter of the earth resilient and free,
In the heart of harvest she finds her glee.

With each sunrise a promise sown,
In the fertile soil her spirit's grown,
A farmer's daughter rooted deep,
In the dance of life her secrets keep.

For in her gaze the fields unfold,
Stories of legacy of tales untold,
A farmer's daughter a silent song,
In the symphony of nature she belongs.