In the gentle sway of emerald green,
Beneath the sky’s vast, azure sheen,
The plants grow tall, their secrets kept,
In silent roots where dreams have slept.

Leaves whisper tales of sunlit days,
Of morning dew and soft sun rays,
Their vibrant hues a living art,
Silent songs that touch the heart.

Through seasons’ change, they stand so still,
On hill and vale, meadow, and hill,
With every bloom, a promise new,
Of life renewed in colors true.

In the quiet of the night, they breathe,
A world unseen beneath the sheath,
Their stories told in rustling sound,
A living world beneath the ground.