In the quiet of dawn, the earth’s gentle plea,
A call to the heart, where dreams take flight,
We plant a seed, a hope, beneath the tree,
To cradle life and bathe in morning light.

Roots weave stories in the soil’s embrace,
Whispering secrets to the sleeping ground,
Branches stretch wide, a dance of grace,
In their shade, new dreams are found.

Leaves murmur softly, a lullaby’s hymn,
Guiding the breeze with a gentle sway,
We watch them grow as the light grows dim,
Promising life with each passing day.

In planting trees, we sow our dreams,
A forest of hope in the world’s embrace,
With every leaf, the future gleams,
A testament of nature’s gentle grace.