A journey to the field

The breezing sand is blinding my eyes The dropped sweat is washing my ears I am wandering On a dusty road To see the golden wave blowing to the sky The summer dragon is already gone But the tiger called autumn Still here for fun Its roaring,its rage Making the earth arid and hot Farmers are working For food and fund They have no holiday or weekend From New Year to Santa clause I was wondering why The country is big and thriving and finance is booming The farmers are so hardworking Why they are dying of starving？