Greetings, happy to meet again with steemit friends.
Farmers with rice
Like husband with wife
Go hand in hand
Pray for the harvest
When he was a seed
He is guarded like a princess
Let alone morning
Night came was not an obstacle
When the grains begin to rise
Hope began to grow
Not infrequently he sings
Asking God to give pleasure
Sometimes dreadful scare
As if the plague were not beriber
Killing peasant hope
Slow but sure
Be strong
So shrieked
This is not the end
Keep hoping on the miracle
Did not feel the rice started yellowing
Like gold spread wide
The grain of hope grows
Until it gets cut
Small smile farmers
The hard time has been exceeded
The struggle finally paid off
With the victory of the farmers swinging
Congratulations
Peasant as husband
Keeping wife at all times
Even in the dark
Farmers and rice
Husband and wife
Hopes and ideals
Sacrifice and victory
Good harvest
Regards @kharrazi