In the quiet cradle of the earth,
A seed lies dreaming of its birth.
Wrapped in soil, kissed by rain,
It yearns to break its earthy chain.

Through the dark, it finds its way,
Reaching for the light of day.
Roots like fingers, deep they dive,
In the dance of life, they strive.

The sun’s warm touch, the gentle breeze,
Whispering tales of ancient trees.
In the silence, strength is found,
In the seed, life’s secrets abound.

From the smallest spark, a mighty tree grows,
A testament to the dreams it sows.
In every seed, a world complete,
A promise held beneath our feet.