In the cradle of the earth, where whispers grow,
Green tendrils reach for the sun’s warm glow.
Roots delve deep in the silent ground,
A gentle dance, where life is found.
Leaves murmur secrets to the passing breeze,
Branches sway with effortless ease.
Nature’s rhythm, a quiet song,
Guides the forest, where dreams belong.
The dew-kissed petals, soft and bright,
Awake to greet the morning light.
A tapestry of life, lush and grand,
Painted by natureâs tender hand.
In every seed, a story untold,
A promise of life, brave and bold.
The plants, in silence, teach us to see,
The beauty in growth, wild and free.