In the quiet whispers of the forest’s heart,Where ancient roots embrace the earth,A single seed begins its timeless art,To rise and find its gentle birth.With tender hands, we place it near,In soil that cradles life anew,Hope and dreams, no longer mere,As leaves unfurl beneath skies so blue.The sun bestows its golden grace,And rain sings softly from above,The tree ascends with gentle pace,A testament to care and love.In years to come, its shade will fall,On generations yet to be,A living legacy, standing tall,The gift of life, our planted tree.