[Intro, soft and unhurried, the first light just arriving, a single guitar note opening the space] the gate is still cool the morning has not asked for anything yet [Verse 1, hushed and close, the voice barely above the quiet] dew sits on the small leaves holding a little of the sky nothing here is in a hurry the soil keeps its slow warmth a sparrow tries the air then lets it go I stand at the edge of the green my cup growing cold in my hands [Verse 2, same restraint, slightly warmer tone] a new shoot has turned toward a light I did not place it does not need my hand only the morning, only the slow hours I came out for nothing and found this the small garden breathing before the day begins [Bridge, instruments thin out, nylon guitar and room tone only] there is enough here in a handful of green and damp earth nothing to fix nothing to become [Outro, gentle resolution, no dramatic lift, full stop ending] I will go back inside soon and the garden will go on without me keeping the light the way it always has I let the morning be and that is enough
