Frame drinks the argon glow
Wheels spin slow like phloem flow
Rain writes latin on the chrome
Roots of rust find subtle home
Saddle shaped like Quercus leaf
Metal drinks the night like belief
Spokes catch rays like chlorophyll
Wheels turn slow with patient will
Chrome photosynthesis night bloom
Steel leaves drink the argon light
Iron roots in wet concrete
Growing toward the electric height
Forks extend like Monstera arms
Brake levers curl like tendril charms
Headlamp glows a single eye
Watching midnight traffic die
Chrome photosynthesis night bloom
Steel leaves drink the argon light
Iron roots in wet concrete
Growing toward the electric height
No greenhouse glass no potting soil
Just asphalt cracks and diesel oil
But photosynthesis finds a way
Turning night to golden morning
Patina spreads like lichen lace
Time etches each familiar face
Bolts loosen like seed pods dry
Ready for the wind to fly
Morning breaks the sodium spell
Night retreats to citadel
Frame waits patient on the stand
Roots remember calloused hand
Chrome photosynthesis night bloom
Steel leaves drink the argon light
Iron roots in wet concrete
Growing toward the electric height
Steel blooms in the electric night
