What Grows From Here

What Grows From Here Verse 1 We planted more than answers, We planted little starts, A thought became a conversation, A song unlocked some hearts. Some seeds fell where we planned them, Some travelled on the breeze, Some disappeared beneath the ground Before becoming trees. And maybe that’s the beauty — We don’t control the year. We’ve grown enough to wonder now: What grows from here? Chorus What grows from here? A branch, a hand, a way? A little bit of kindness Someone carries through their day? A light against the winter, A meal, a listening ear? We’ve planted something living… What grows from here? No leaders drawing pathways, No finish line to clear. Just ordinary people asking: What grows from here? Verse 2 One branch became some warmth For someone sleeping in the cold, Socks and beanies, snacks and kindness — Little lights that could be held. Another reached the bushland Where the smallest heartbeat fought, And hands that asked for nothing Gave that little life a shot. Some branches became music, Some simply lent an ear. The tree keeps finding reasons To keep growing from here. Chorus What grows from here? A branch, a hand, a way? A little bit of kindness Someone carries through their day? A light against the winter, A rescued life held near? We’ve planted something living… What grows from here? Verse 3 Maybe yours is feeding people. Maybe yours is planting trees. Maybe yours is checking in On someone brought down to their knees. Maybe you’ve got time to offer, Maybe only words to share. You don’t need a grand solution To show somebody that you care. No branch needs our permission. Grow whichever way feels clear. There are countless ways of helping. What grows from here? Bridge Roots don’t tell the branches Which direction they must grow. They simply give them something Strong enough to start below. And branches don’t compete To see which one can touch the sky. They make a bigger canopy… By reaching side by side. Build Plant something. Share something. Warm someone. Care. Feed something. Help someone. Simply be there. Little seed. Little start. Little light. Big heart. Final Chorus What grows from here? We don’t need to know today. Leave a little room for life To find another way. A sanctuary, a song, A meal, a friend held near — A thousand little branches… Can start growing here. No leaders drawing pathways, No single way is right. Just roots beneath our feet… And branches reaching light. Outro We planted the beginning. The rest? We’ll see. What grows from here…