In the quiet lanes of morning light,
Where nature’s whispers softly tread,
A secret tale unfolds in sight,
Of life’s renewal, gently spread.

Beneath the soil where flowers bloom,
And leaves decay to feed the earth,
Lies a humble, unseen room,
Where life begins its endless birth.

The cycle turns with quiet grace,
A dance of atoms, earth, and sky,
In every leaf and every trace,
A silent promise never to die.

So let us honor this humble deed,
The whisper of nature’s constant call,
In every seed and every weed,
A testament to life, sustaining all.