**Where Labor Plants**
Where fields stretch wide, a rustic scene,
There toils the plowman, planting with keen.
The seed, implanted in fertile soil,
Springs forth to life, a sight that makes us smile.
With care and sweat, the farmer tills the ground,
Nurturing life, where harvests will abound.
The earth, a canvas, where seeds take form,
A symphony of growth, a vibrant charm.
Through sun and rain, the plants reach for the sky,
A verdant dance beneath the watchful eye.
Their verdant leaves a tapestry unfold,
A tale of nourishment, a story to be told.
Oh, glorious land, where labor finds its place,
A bond with nature, a timeless embrace.
