In the dawn of whispered dreams, I stand,
A seedling brave against the morning light,
Reaching through the shadows, hand in hand,
With courage found in fleeting flight.

Through the storms of doubt, I learn to bend,
Like branches swaying in the tempest’s call,
Each drop of rain a wisdom to defend,
A melody that teaches how to fall.

As summer’s warmth ignites a fiery soul,
I dance upon the fields of endless green,
Discovering the parts that make me whole,
In every vibrant hue I’ve never seen.

Now autumn’s whispers speak of gentle rest,
With leaves that fall in grace upon the ground,
In quiet contemplation, I invest,
In growth that waits where silence is profound.