Beneath the earth in darkness lay, so small, so still, unseen,
A promise wrapped in silence, a dream beneath the green.
The whispers of the seeds begin, a tale of life anew,
From soil to sky, they rise and sing, their journey to pursue.

With gentle rain and sun’s embrace, they break their earthen bed,
Emerging from the hidden place, where ancient roots are fed.
They stretch and reach towards the light, in silent, steady flight,
Each seed a story, pure and bright, unfolding in the night.

The breeze will carry far and wide, their softly spoken song,
Of growth and hope and endless tide, a journey ever strong.
From tiny seed to mighty tree, they stand in nature’s grace,
A testament of what can be, in every time and place.

So let us honor seeds so small, with patience and with care,
For in their silence lies the call, of life beyond compare.
The silent whisper of the seeds, a symphony of birth,
From soil to sky, their quiet deeds, a miracle on earth.