In the quiet earth, beneath the gentle rain,
Lie seeds of hope, of joy, and of pain.
They wait in darkness, in the still of night,
For the sun to rise, for the morning light.

Within each seed, a world unseen,
A promise of life, of fields green.
They carry dreams, both old and new,
Of skies so vast, of oceans blue.

Through storms they endure, through winds they sway,
Holding tight to the promise of a brighter day.
They whisper softly, in the hush of dawn,
Of strength within, of battles won.

And as they sprout, and reach for the sky,
They remind us all, to dream and to try.
For in each seed, a future lies,
A testament to hope, that never dies.