Work laid down in humble rows
Effort showed where sunlight goes
Hands released their final strain
Golden quiet blessed the grain
Not a boast nor trumpet call
Only gratitude for all
Heart bowed low not from defeat
But from reverence complete
Bounty filled the simplest bowl
Bread fed body peace fed soul
Nothing wasted nothing lacked
Love returned in woven act
Harvest happens just as slow—
As seeds planted long ago
Joy arrives through steady yield—
We reap from inner field