Echoes in the Soil. 🌱🌾

Beneath the sun’s unyielding gaze, ☀️

He bends with care through misty haze, 🌫️

A single soul in endless green, ☘️

Where earth and sky in hush convene. 🌍☁️

His hands are cracked, his back is sore. 🤲

Yet still he sows, forevermore. 🌾

With every seed, a prayer is cast — For rain to come, 🌧️ 

for storms to pass. ⛈️

The field reflects his weary face, 🌿

A mirror of his silent grace. 🪞

No crowd to cheer, no stage, no fame — Just whispered winds that know his name. 🌬️

He speaks to soil, to roots and rain. 🌱💧