In the quiet dawn, they rise anew,
With whispered dreams in emerald hue.
Roots embracing the earth below,
Their silent strength begins to show.

Leaves unfurling to greet the sun,
A dance of life, never undone.
In gentle breezes, they softly sway,
A verdant hope in each passing day.

Through storms and droughts, they stand alone,
A testament to life they’ve grown.
With every ring, a story told,
Of seasons’ change and ages old.

Beneath the stars, their whispers sing,
Of growth, of life, an endless spring.
In every leaf, a promise lies,
A world reborn beneath the skies.