Two sides entwined, a bond held dear.
The farmer sows, his heart at ease,
Yet fears the drought, the blight, disease.
Hope fills his heart, it lifts his way,
With wings that bear him day by day.
The higher he soars, the harder he tries,
Like medicine’s taste, bitter but wise.
In hope he labors, free from rest,
His spirit’s aim, a soul possessed.
For faith’s true strength, both fierce and kind,
Lives where hope and fear entwine.