In quiet soil, a secret grows,

Where roots drink deep and no one knows.

A tender shoot, a gentle sway,

Greeting the sun at break of day.

It hums with wind, it sings with rain,

It heals the heart, it soothes the pain.

Though small in form, it holds the key,

To life, to breath, to you and me.

So let them bloom, let branches bend,

For every leaf’s a faithful friend.

In plants, the world will always find,

The earth’s own poetry—soft and kind.