The Hardworking Farmer

Once there was a farmer.

Every day, he woke up before the sun and walked out to his fields.

He planted each seed with care, one by one, row after row.

Then he watered the soil and wiped the sweat from his eyebrows.

Some days were hot. Some were cold. Some were quiet.

But the farmer never stopped working.

He checked each plant, pulled out weeds, and watched the clouds overhead.

He smiled when he saw tiny green sprouts rising from the ground.

Even when the days were long and his back ached, the farmer kept going.

Because he believed in something…

Something that only time and a little patience could bring.

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