In fields where sun and sweat combine, Michael turns eighty, a life well-defined. From dawn to dusk, he toiled the earth, A farmer's heart, rich with truth's worth. His hands bear witness to seasons' dance, In each furrowed brow lies resilience's stance. A volunteer spirit, always ready to lend, Helped neighbors and friends, no matter the end. Now in the warmth of gathered light, Eighty years strong, shining bright, Michael stands, a legacy sown, In fields of love, his life is grown.