In the quiet whispers of the dawn,
A seedling stirs beneath the earth,
Reaching for the light with gentle hope,
Embracing the promise of rebirth.

Through the trials of the passing days,
It stretches forth with tender grace,
Leaves unfurling to greet the sun,
In nature’s warm and soft embrace.

The winds may howl, the storms may roar,
Yet steadfast it remains, unbowed,
For in its heart, the strength to grow,
Beyond the doubts, beyond the clouds.

And as the seasons weave their tale,
The seed becomes a mighty tree,
A testament to all who seek,
The endless journey to be free.