[Intro] [soft rhodes chord progression, sparse cello swells, distant marimba taps] [Verse] The gardener laid the blueprint flat and neat A row of perfect seeds beneath our feet But the soil had a dream of its own design And whispered secrets to the winding vine The chloroplasts forgot the standard green And painted shades no blueprint had foreseen A double-petaled rose that grew in twists Adapting to the heavy morning mists [Chorus] Oh, the glasshouse fractures under wilder leaves A strange mosaic that the light weaves These crooked stems and mutated veins Are drinking deeper from the autumn rains Not broken, just rewritten in the dark Each silver edge a new aesthetic spark We are the flora that refused the mold Our jagged edges turning into gold [Verse] A stem of marigold with spiral bark Now glowing softly in the quiet dark A fern with silver needles on its fronds Reaching out beyond the manicured ponds The shears are idle on the wooden bench No perfect lines to carve, no growth to quench The cracks within the soil are where we breathe Where wilder, deeper roots begin to wreathe [Chorus] Oh, the glasshouse fractures under wilder leaves A strange mosaic that the light weaves These crooked stems and mutated veins Are drinking deeper from the autumn rains Not broken, just rewritten in the dark Each silver edge a new aesthetic spark We are the flora that refused the mold Our jagged edges turning into gold [Outro] [cello takes the lead melody, marimba syncopates softly beneath, rhodes fades out] Our jagged edges... Our beautiful mistakes... Turning into gold. [End]
