At dawn, you step into the fields, weary yet unwavering, feeling the cool weight of morning dew underfoot.
There are no words, no excuses on your shoulders—only the quiet resolve of a farmer.
You accept the patience this work demands, breaking the soil open,
sowing each seed with a prayer whispered and a hope held close.
Bending your tired back, you nurture the crops, urging heavy legs onward to feed the land.
Every part of you is poured into this labor of care, carefully selecting only the finest to bring to market.
And as you stand there, bittersweet and alone,
a quiet thought lingers in your heart, “If only they’d bring a fair price…”