"Seeds of Tomorrow"

We plant not just in soil alone,

But in a world we've never known.

Where roots will stretch and branches bend,

To futures we will never tend.

A seed so small, yet full of grace,

Holds forests time cannot erase.

With gentle hands and hearts aglow,

We give the earth the gift to grow.

We may not see the fruits appear,

Nor hear the winds they one day hear.

But still we dig, and still we sow—

Because we trust what time will grow.

Each sapling born from humble start

Is planted with a piece of heart.

A breath of hope, a silent prayer,

For cleaner skies and kinder air.

Beneath the sun, beneath the rain,

We lay down joy, we let go pain.

The soil takes all — it does not choose —

And somehow turns our loss to use.

The child who plays beneath the shade

Of trees our hands and hope have made,

Will never know the sweat or sun

That warmed the roots their lives begun.

But that’s the truth of what we do—

We plant so others may walk through

A greener world, more soft, more bright,

More full of shade, more full of light.

For trees don’t ask for who or why,

They simply reach into the sky.

Their branches speak in leaf and bloom,

Of silent love that left them room.

We plant not just to reap or take,

But for the world our hands remake.

A world where peace and beauty grow,

From simple acts the young will know.

So bend your knees, and touch the land,

Feel purpose slip into your hand.

And drop a seed, then step aside—

The earth will keep it safe with pride.

It may not bloom by summer’s end,

But still, it holds the strength to mend.

And what we give to ground today,

Becomes tomorrow’s better way.

A grove of hope, a hill of green,

A place where brighter dreams are seen.

Not built with haste or heavy might,

But by the hands that plant with light.

So let us plant, and plant with care,

With every breath, with every prayer.

Let soil be where our love is cast—

In seeds that shape a world to last.