Among the emerald whispers of the dawn,
Where dewdrops kiss the waking leaves,
The plants stretch towards the golden yawn,
Embracing life beneath the sun’s reprieve.

In the hush of twilight’s gentle hold,
Shadows dance on petals soft and frail,
Roots delve deep into the earth’s sweet fold,
While moonlight weaves a silvery veil.

Seasons change with whispers on the breeze,
Leaves transform in hues of autumn’s fire,
Each cycle brings a quiet, peaceful ease,
As nature sings in endless, green choir.

In every seed, a promise lies in wait,
To bloom and grow, to thrive and renew,
The plants, they write a tale of fate,
Of life’s eternal dance in verdant hue.