I don’t wear a suit, I don’t have an office, and my hands aren’t always clean
But every seed I plant, every drop of sweat I give, feeds someone I may never meet.
I’m not looking for fame — only for respect for a job that keeps the world alive.
Behind every meal, there’s a farmer like me — tired, proud, and often forgotten.
If you’re reading this, take a moment to greet those who work the land… because they feed your future.
