Hidden below in the soft, warm ground,
A little dream is sleeping sound.
Sunlight whispers and wakes it up,
A tiny sprout begins to pop.
A cool breeze brings a hint of hope,
Calling for a chance to cope.
Morning light starts a brand-new day—
A spark of life shows the way.
Watch the sprout rise high in the air,
Carried by winds without a care.
Breaking through the dark to find its light,
Growing stronger with each brave fight.
Every petal bright as a brand-new start,
Filling the world and warming my heart.
Hand in hand with dreams that glow,
Together, we’ll watch our futures grow.
Even when cold rain falls hard and fast,
Deep roots hold tight, making moments last.
Tiny leaves open to show a new world,
Every drop of water brings a fresh swirl.
Though the sky may seem dark and gray,
This little sprout finds a way to stay.
It reminds me that through the stormy art,
Hope can bloom within the heart.
Watch the sprout rise high in the air,
Carried by winds without a care.
Breaking through the dark to find its light,
Growing stronger with each brave fight.
Every petal bright as a brand-new start,
Filling the world and warming my heart.
Hand in hand with dreams that glow,
Together, we’ll watch our futures grow.
Remember, even when days fade away,
Our story started in a simple way.
Like a tiny seed that grows so tall,
Our small beginnings mean it all.
Watch the sprout rise high in the air,
Carried by winds without a care.
Breaking through the dark to find its light,
Growing stronger with each brave fight.
Every petal bright as a brand-new start,
Filling the world and warming my heart.
Hand in hand with dreams that glow,
Together, we’ll watch our futures grow.
When the world feels tough or rough,
Remember that growth starts small and tough.
Our sprouting dreams show us the way—
A reminder that hope is here to stay.