Beneath the canopy of ancient trees,
The whispers of time weave gentle tales,
Of seeds once buried in shadowed dreams,
Now reaching skyward with tender trails.

In the dance of light and shadow’s play,
New leaves unfurl with emerald grace,
Each moment a step toward the endless day,
A journey marked on nature’s face.

Through storms that rage and winds that sigh,
Resilience blooms in silent strength,
Roots entwined with earth and sky,
Stretching beyond their humble length.

Embrace the growth in every line,
For in each struggle, beauty’s found,
A testament to the passage of time,
In every leaf and every sound.