In the cradle of a painted hand,
Lies a sprout from nature's land.
A tender stem, so small, so bright,
A symbol of hope, of life's delight.
Green fingers hold the fragile life,
Away from chaos, harm, and strife.
A bond is formed, silent, deep,
A promise the earth's soul longs to keep.
The leaflets whisper in the air,
"Protect us with a love that's rare.
For every stem and every tree,
Holds the breath of you and me."
Oh, gentle hand, painted with care,
Guard this seedling, soft and fair.
For in its roots, the future grows,
Through storms, through winds, and winter snows.
Let this bond of green inspire,
A world renewed, a heart on fire.
To cherish life in every hue,
And paint the earth with vibrant new.
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