The Fields Whisper Her Destiny

Vasilisks

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She left her home, with dreams in tow
Across the sea, where wild winds blow
A farmer's heart, in a foreign land
She tills the earth with a gentle hand

Oh, the fields whisper her destiny
A foreigner she may be, but here she's free
To plant and to nurture, beneath the sky's dome
In the embrace of the meadows, she finds her home

The Sun greets her, a new friend's face
In the dance of crops, she finds her grace
The language of the land, she comes to speak
With every harvest, her future's not bleak

Oh, the fields whisper her destiny
A foreigner she may be, but here she's free
To plant and to nurture, beneath the sky's dome
In the embrace of the meadows, she finds her home

Oh, the fields whisper her destiny
A foreigner she may be, but here she's free
To plant and to nurture, beneath the sky's dome
In the embrace of the meadows, she finds her home

From the break of dawn, to the fall of night
She sows her hopes, in the soil's might
With every seed, her dream takes flight
On this foreign soil, her life's alight

Oh, the fields whisper her destiny
A foreigner she may be, but here she's free
To plant and to nurture, beneath the sky's dome
In the embrace of the meadows, she finds her home
Oh, the fields whisper her destiny
A foreigner she may be, but here she's free
To plant and to nurture, beneath the sky's dome
In the embrace of the meadows, she finds her home

Here's to the farmer, with courage vast
In the heart of the fields, her roots are cast
A new chapter written, from the one that's past
In the land's warm hold, her dreams are vast