In the quiet earth they lie,Silent whispers in their shell,Dreaming of the open sky,A world beyond their tiny cell.Veins of life in dormant sleep,Cradled by the gentle soil,Promises they softly keep,Awakening with patient toil.Golden sun and silver rain,Woven through their tender dreams,A tapestry of hope and gain,Unraveled in the sunlit beams.From these seeds, new life shall rise,Reaching for the endless blue,In their growth, the world is wise,In their bloom, all things renew.