In the quiet dawn of a breaking day,
Seeds of dreams are sown in fertile clay.
Each tender shoot, a promise bold,
To rise above, to break the mold.

Through storm and sun, through night and light,
They stretch their limbs, they seek their height.
With roots deep set, and branches wide,
They find their strength, they find their guide.

In every leaf, a story told,
Of battles won and courage bold.
They stand as proof, through time and strife,
That growth is the essence of life.

So let us learn from trees so wise,
To reach for dreams, to touch the skies.
For in each step, in each small gain,
Lies the heart of growth, the spirit of change.