Beneath the soil, in shadows deep,
The seeds of dreams begin to sleep.
With whispers soft, they call the night,
Awaiting sun, awaiting light.

A tender hope in silence sown,
In earth’s embrace, they find their home.
Through winter’s frost and autumn’s chill,
They gather strength, they gather will.

When springtime breathes its gentle sigh,
The seeds awaken, reach for sky.
In fragile shoots, their strength is shown,
In sunlight’s warmth, their dreams are grown.

So let us trust in seeds we plant,
For in their hearts, a world enchants.
With patience, love, and tender care,
The dreams we sow will fill the air.