In the stillness of the morning light,
We plant the seeds of hope and might,
With gentle hands, we place them down,
To grow in silence, without a sound.

These tiny sprouts, so soft, so small,
Will rise to stand so proud and tall,
Their leafy arms will stretch so wide,
A shelter from the world outside.

Beneath the sun, through storm and rain,
They’ll weather all, endure the strain,
And as they grow, our hearts will see,
The beauty in their canopy.

So let us plant, with love and care,
A future bright, beyond compare,
For in these trees, our dreams reside,
A testament to life’s great tide.