The crop captures the wind.

There are beautiful moments in life,
With lots of water and soil,
The magic of the touch of his hands,
One of the millions of qualities of the fields.

The harvest we hope to live
He fills everyone with happiness,
He understands only one language,
that soil is full of virtue.

The rays of the sun and moon touch them,
The crop captures the wind,
The soil prepares the crops,
he is a priceless gift of the earth.

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