He tends the Monstera leaves
While the harbor wind relieves
Salty air on brick and stone
Watching Sydney stand alone
Keep the roots deep in the clay
Wait for light to lead the way
Sollum flowers bloom in red
While the city goes to bed
Calathea folds its hand
Far above the coastal sand
Latin names for every stem
Each a hidden organic gem
Keep the roots deep in the clay
Wait for light to lead the way
Sollum flowers bloom in red
While the city goes to bed
He feels the damp soil on skin
Where the quiet days begin
Fog descends on the harbor blue
Painting everything a hue
Keep the roots deep in the clay
Wait for light to lead the way
Sollum flowers bloom in red
While the city goes to bed
Water drops on heavy glass
Watching all the commuters pass
Patience is the only art
Beating like a steady heart
Keep the roots deep in the clay
Wait for light to lead the way
Sollum flowers bloom in red
While the city goes to bed
Deep in the clay
Lead the way
Glass and green.