Poem for farm harvest
In golden fields, where sun does gleam,
From dawn ’til dusk, in tranquil dream.
The farm, its bounty, now revealed,
A harvest’s gift, in every yield.
Eledumare, guide our steps in this scared place.
Eledumare, Your blessings surround us.
The soil, embraced by gentle rain,
Nourishing crops, the farmer’s gain.
As seeds take root and upward reach,
Life sprouts forth, a vibrant speech.
Eledumare, guide our steps in this scared place.
Eledumare, Your blessings surround us.
Wheat sways in rhythm with the wind,
Whispering secrets that nature penned.
Cornstalks stand tall, proud and strong,
Their foliage singing a harvest song.
Eledumare, guide our steps in this scared place.
Eledumare, Your blessings surround us.
The vineyard’s grapes, plump and sweet,
A tapestry of flavors, a tempting treat.
Apples, cherries, and berries ripe,
A symphony of colors, a natural stripe.
Eledumare, guide our steps in this scared place.
Eledumare, Your blessings surround us.
Mimo Mimo ni ti oluwa olorun ELEDUMARE
Iba fun ELEDUMARE
Iba Asee
