In the cradle of dawn’s gentle light,
A seed of hope begins to rise,
Nurtured by whispers of the night,
It stretches toward the open skies.

Through storms and sun, its roots dig deep,
Embracing earth with tender might,
In shadows where the secrets sleep,
It finds its strength, its guiding light.

Each leaf unfurls a story untold,
A testament to time’s gentle hand,
In vibrant hues of green and gold,
It whispers dreams across the land.

And as the seasons come and go,
The tree stands tall with wisdom’s grace,
A symbol of the life we sow,
In nature’s ever-changing embrace.