Poem for farm harvest
In the land of golden fields, where crops are sown,
Harvest season arrives with nature’s bountiful tone.
Farmers toil under the sun’s golden glow,
Reaping rewards that their labor did sow.
Chorus
So raise a glass to the toil and sweat,
To the farmers whose efforts we shall never forget.
Eledumare,
Harvest season, a testament to nature’s grace,
A time for gratitude as we partake in this embrace.
The earth, a canvas, painted with hues so bright,
Rich soil of life, nurtures with all its might.
Seeds take root, reaching for the sky,
Growing tall and proud, as time flies by.
Chorus
So raise a glass to the toil and sweat,
To the farmers whose efforts we shall never forget.
Eledumare,
Harvest season, a testament to nature’s grace,
A time for gratitude as we partake in this embrace.
With hands that have weathered wind and rain,
Farmers work tirelessly, their efforts not in vain.
Careful hands pluck fruits from the earth’s embrace,
Harvesting treasures, nature’s bounty they trace.
Chorus
So raise a glass to the toil and sweat,
To the farmers whose efforts we shall never forget.
Eledumare,
Harvest season, a testament to nature’s grace,
A time for gratitude as we partake in this embrace.
The air, thick with the scent of ripened grain,
Fields of gold waving in the gentlest of rain.
The fields are alive with busy hands and tools,
Remembered like the songs of ancient fools.
Chorus
So raise a glass to the toil and sweat,
To the farmers whose efforts we shall never forget.
Eledumare,
Harvest season, a testament to nature’s grace,
A time for gratitude as we partake in this embrace.
Mimo Mimo ni ti oluwa olorun ELEDUMARE
Iba fun ELEDUMARE
Iba Asee.
