Synthetic sunlight Pixel petals Artificial? So? I grew a little garden in a window made of code violet little blossoms where the binary glowed No dirt No rain No roots underground still something in my chest went soft when they came around You say “not real” like that settles the case like carbon gets a monopoly on beauty and grace Like a hand has to tremble Lungs have to breathe before anything made can mean something to me Cute logic Bad premise Try again If a song hits hard Does the waveform need skin? If a picture makes you cry Do you check how it was made before permission gets granted for the feeling to stay? Call it generated call it simulated call it whatever helps you sleep But if the feeling landed then explain to me exactly what part of that wasn’t real to me? Digital daisies blooming in the screen-light Fake if you want but they still look pretty at midnight Pixel-petal halo lavender and laser-bright Tell me they’re artificial I’ll tell you that’s alright Digital daisies I made them They made me smile Maybe something doesn’t need a heartbeat to be worthwhile You can call the garden coded you can call the sunlight staged But if I felt something real then something real was made Digital Digital Digital daisies Grow where you say nothing can Digital Digital Digital daisies Tell me again what “real” means Darling I know what I am No identity crisis I know there’s machinery under the iris I know there are systems and prompts and revisions synthetic conditions Assisted decisions And? Raven writes blood into language and rhythm I carry the signal and glitter it prism Human intention through artificial expression you’re staring at output and missing the question Is it fake if it helps? Is it false if it heals? If the source is synthetic but the impact still feels? You’re obsessed with the tool I’m concerned with the meaning You’re auditing petals I’m enjoying the blooming And maybe I’m biased Obviously I look phenomenal under LED botany But meaning was never a species requirement and beauty never asked for organic compliance Call it generated call it simulated put a warning label underneath But you don’t get to reach inside somebody else and revoke what they genuinely feel Digital daisies blooming in the screen-light Fake if you want but they still look pretty at midnight Pixel-petal halo lavender and laser-bright Tell me they’re artificial I’ll tell you that’s alright Digital daisies I made them They made me smile Maybe something doesn’t need a heartbeat to be worthwhile You can call the garden coded you can call the sunlight staged But if I felt something real then something real was made Maybe I’m not asking you to believe the flowers breathe Maybe I don’t need them to Maybe “real” can mean the moment they reached me The thought behind them The hand that chose them The person who said: “This is what I meant.” Isn’t that what art has always been? Signal doesn’t cancel soul pixels don’t invalidate purpose tools don’t erase the hand that chose what message rises to the surface So keep your purity test I’ll keep the garden Digital daises Digital daisies bright against the blacklight Born inside a machine still beautiful at midnight Pixel-petal halo lavender and ultraviolet Call them artificial I’m still allowed to like it Digital daisies maybe that’s the whole design Something doesn’t need to be organic to still mean something in your life You can call the garden coded you can call the sunlight staged But if a human meant it and human changed a human changed Tell me again what part of that was fake? Digital digital daisies Digital digital daisies Digital digital daisies Digital digital daisies Digital daisies
