Cold glass cuts a jagged line
Sown in dirt and salty brine
Monstera climbs the attic wall
Waiting for the sun to call
Catch the morning in a frame
Burning bright and calling name
Colors bleed across the floor
Open wide the heavy door
Solder lead and cobalt blue
Turning gray to vivid hue
Syllable of Latin seed
Giving every petal need
Catch the morning in a frame
Burning bright and calling name
Colors bleed across the floor
Open wide the heavy door
Silver foil and copper wire
Searing like a sudden fire
Rooted deep in potting clay
Driving all the dark away
Catch the morning in a frame
Burning bright and calling name
Colors bleed across the floor
Open wide the heavy door
Shatter all the dull routine
Paint the garden neon green
Cut the pane and set the glow
Watch the heavy clover grow
Ruby red and amber gold
Stories that the minerals told
Watering the thirsty vein
Washing off the winter stain
Catch the morning in a frame
Burning bright and calling name
Colors bleed across the floor
Open wide the heavy door
Prism soil!
Shatter the frame!
Prism soil!
