In the cradle of dawn, a whisper calls,
A tender sprout breaks through the earth,
Beneath the golden sun, it stands tall,
A symbol of hope, a promise of rebirth.

Roots entwine in the soil’s embrace,
Finding strength in the unseen depth,
Branches reach for the sky’s grace,
In the quiet dance of life, it takes a breath.

Seasons change and winds may sway,
Yet steadfast it remains, unbowed,
Learning from each passing day,
Its spirit fierce, its heart unclouded.

So too do we, in life’s vast expanse,
Grow through trials and sweet delight,
Bound by dreams, in time’s great dance,
Embracing every dawn and night.