In the cradle of earth they lie, unseen,
Tiny whispers of life, wrapped in green.
With gentle hands, the soil embraces,
Dreaming of forests, blooming spaces.

The sun’s warm kiss, a tender call,
Raindrops dance, as blessings fall.
Roots reach deep, seeking the light,
A silent promise, day and night.

Through storms they sway, yet stand tall,
In unity, they rise, defying all.
A testament to hope and grace,
Bearing fruits, a timeless embrace.

From tiny seeds, great wonders grow,
In every breeze, their stories flow.
A cycle of life, ever renewed,
Nature’s gift, in solitude.