In the gentle whisper of leaves I hear, You are my strength, my anchor near. A tree rooted firm in the soil of time, Each ring a testament to the climb. Steady as the stars that guide the night, A beacon of hope, your subtle light, Illuminating paths where shadows seek, And giving the future the courage to speak. In reason's grasp, I find the meaning, A purpose hidden in the weaning. Your spirit, the core of every season, A life's symphony—love's tender reason.