In the quiet of the earth,
Beneath the blanket of the soil,
Lies a seed with dreams unspoken,
Awaiting its turn to unfurl.

It holds the promise of tomorrow,
In its tiny, dormant form,
A whisper of potential,
Through the cold and through the storm.

With the kiss of light and water,
It awakens from its sleep,
Stretching roots and sprouting tendrils,
From the darkness, it will leap.

From a seed to a mighty tree,
Or a flower in full bloom,
It carries the hope of a future bright,
Emerging from the womb.