A farmer's daughter

In fields of gold, where time forever flows, A farmer's daughter treads upon the land, With grace and youth, her beauty brightly glows, But fate, unkind, deals her a heavy hand. Her collarbone, once strong with youthful might, Now fractured, weak, a symbol of her pain, Yet through it all, she perseveres in spite, Her spirit, like the crops, shall grow again. Love, like the sun, shines on her weary face, A beacon guiding her through darkest night, She finds solace in every warm embrace, And in her heart, true strength and will ignite. With each passing day, her fracture will heal, But scars shall remain, a testament real.