Lyric

The timer clicks at ten

A violet square appears

Across the metal shelf

And all the sleeping leaves

The room has no sunrise

Only a careful glow

I watch the stems lift slowly

Like they already know

Not the sun

But enough for tonight

Not the sky

But a small measured light

I do not open fully

I only stay alive

Under the Grow Light

I open halfway

Green in borrowed color

Warm in a scheduled haze

Nothing here is natural

Nothing here is cruel

I am still learning

What a little light can do

The cable bends behind

A row of clay and glass

The shadows look like roots

That never touch the past

A new shoot leans upward

Thin as a whispered thread

Not because morning came

But because something stayed

Not the sun

But enough for tonight

Not the sky

But a small measured light

I do not need the whole world

To keep one leaf from closing

Under the Grow Light

I open halfway

Green in borrowed color

Warm in a scheduled haze

Nothing here is natural

Nothing here is cruel

I am still learning

What a little light can do

Maybe false is not the word

For what kept me from the dark

Maybe even wired warmth

Can hold a tender part

Under the Grow Light

I do not call it dawn

But something in the leaves

Has not given up and gone

I will not force a bloom

I will not ask for proof

I am still learning

What a little light can do

The timer hums again

The room stays softly blue

I close only a little

And keep the green in view