In her eyes, the sky's vast hue, Her hair, a flame in morning's dew, Tala stands in tender grace, A spark of life in fragile space. A redwood cone, she starts her climb, Reaching branches through the time, Strong and tall, her roots will bind, To earth's embrace, gentle and kind. In Nana's arms, in Papa's gaze, Love encircles like summer's rays, Cradled softly in their glow, She’ll rise with strength they bestow. Tiny yet immense at heart, Tala's journey now shall start, A future bright, like forest green, Held within a love serene.