In the quiet soil, dreams take root,
Whispered hopes beneath the earth,
Awaiting the sun’s warm embrace,
To awaken their silent worth.

Through storms and gentle rains,
They stretch toward the sky,
Each leaf a testament of strength,
Reaching for the light on high.

Time carves wisdom in their bark,
As branches sway and bend,
Seasons paint their fleeting hues,
In a cycle that never ends.

From seeds to blossoms they ascend,
Embracing every scar and fold,
In growth, they find their fullest form,
A story of courage, quietly told.