In the quiet earth, where dreams are sown,
Lies the promise of life, yet unknown.
Tiny seeds of hope, in darkness they sleep,
Awaiting the sun, in silence they keep.
The gentle touch of rain, a tender kiss,
Awakens their souls from the abyss.
Roots dig deep, reaching for more,
Aspiring to skies, they break through the floor.
With each new dawn, they stretch and rise,
Dancing with the wind, beneath open skies.
Leaves unfurl, a whisper of green,
Painting the earth with a vibrant sheen.
From humble beginnings, greatness will grow,
A testament to time’s gentle flow.
Seeds of tomorrow, in fields they lay,
Nurtured by hope, they find their way.