In the whisper of the morning dew,
A tender leaf begins its quest.
Beneath the sky, so vast and blue,
It strives to be its very best.
Roots delve deep with silent might,
In search of sustenance and grace.
Through the dark and out of sight,
They anchor life in their embrace.
The sun bestows its golden kiss,
On leaves that dance with gentle breeze.
In this serene, eternal bliss,
They whisper secrets to the trees.
Oh, the silent symphony they weave,
A tale of growth and calm repose.
In every breath, in every leaf,
The beauty of the plant life glows.