In the cradle of the earth, a seed begins to stir,Wrapped in darkness, yet yearning for the sun,With gentle whispers, the wind calls out,”Rise, little one, your journey has begun.”Through the soil, roots stretch and weave,Seeking sustenance from the depths below,The tender shoot, reaching for the light,Breaking free to let its true colors show.The rain comes, a blessing from above,Each drop a promise of life anew,With every struggle, the young plant learns,To stand tall, to grow, and to renew.Seasons change, and so does the soul,From tender sprout to a mighty oak,Embracing each challenge, each gentle breeze,In the dance of life, we find our peace.