Send us a text Drift into a world where the farm sighs with new life of quiet renewal. Leaves murmur secrets of the gently blowing wind, whispering of lands healing and wild things returning. Birds stitch silver threads of song through the softened air, their voices rising where silence once ruled. Roosters greet the dawn, their calls echoing across fields where wild flowers now bloom among the crops. In the sunlit farmyard, chickens cluck and peck their feeder trays in gentle rhythm, their s...