In the silence of the morning dew,
A seed burrows deep, seeking truth.
With whispers of the wind, it learns,
That growth is a path of gentle turns.

From tender roots to a sturdy base,
It faces storms with quiet grace.
Each raindrop, a lesson, each sunbeam, a cheer,
It flourishes, shedding every fear.

Branches stretch towards the sky,
Embracing dreams, reaching high.
Leaves unfurl with stories to tell,
In the dance of life, they excel.

Seasons change, and so does it,
Adapting, growing bit by bit.
This journey, a testament to its might,
From seed to tree, it finds its light.