As dawn breaks, a farmer prepares for his day. Every morning, he’s greeted by the symphony of nature and the tasks that lie ahead.
Golden rays kiss the dewy sward,
Chirping birds sing in accord.
Plough in hand, ready to start,
Nature and man, never apart.
Silent whispers of the waving corn,
Promise of bounty, a new day born.
Hopes are sown, dreams take flight,
In the farmer’s world, drenched in sunlight.
Boots leave imprints on muddy trails,
Chasing dreams, where effort never fails.
Morning to evening, his heart remains warm,
For he is the soul of the farm.
BY MAYA ANTHONY
THE ETHIOPIAN HERALD SATURDAY 14 JUNE 2025
