Beneath the blanket of the earth they lie,
Tiny seeds, with dreams that reach the sky.
In silence, they embrace the dark,
Awaiting their moment, a brilliant spark.

Raindrops dance upon their bed,
Whispering secrets, words unsaid.
The sun’s warm kiss, a gentle plea,
Coaxes growth from what we cannot see.

Roots dig deep, anchoring hope,
Stretching out, they learn to cope.
Shoots arise, tender and new,
Painting the world in vibrant hue.

From seed to sprout, from bloom to tree,
Nature’s cycle, wild and free.
A testament to life’s endless quest,
Each seed a promise, a future blessed.