The Earth still goes on bearing
her task as happily as can be.
While farmers, almost drowned
in their own sweat, plough along.
When the fields become golden
with abundance of rice and grains
That send out mellow fragrance
to blend with sweetness of ripe fruits
In the wind that blows across the
sunbasked fields
Both the Earth and the farmers
can be proud of their accomplishment.
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