The botanist watches water trace the rim
Iron oxide blooms where steel grows thin
He names each leaf in Latin quiet hymn
Chlorophytum drinks where rust begins
Rust and steam kiss the kitchen air
Kettle sings a low refrain
Water finds the thirsty root down there
Life returns to dust again
Monstera spreads its fenestrated hand
Steam curls soft like morning fog on glass
He tends the soil with calloused patient hand
Each drop a prayer for green to come to pass
Rust and steam kiss the kitchen air
Kettle sings a low refrain
Water finds the thirsty root down there
Life returns to dust again
Ficus benjamina drops a nervous leaf
But steam revives the humidity it needs
He murmurs Crescite ancient brief
And watches green succeed where rust recedes
The kettle clicks its copper song complete
The can rests heavy on the wooden shelf
Roots drink deep in darkness slow and sweet
The botanist tends only to himself
Spathiphyllum lifts its white flag high
Peace lily drinks from ferrous tea
He reads the leaves like verses in the sky
Latin names flow wild untamed and free
Rust and steam kiss the kitchen air
Kettle sings a low refrain
Water finds the thirsty root down there
Life returns to dust again
Sansevieria stands in sword like rows
Night oxygenator silent guard
The rusty can the kettle morning rose
Science and soul in water unbarred
Rust and steam kiss the kitchen air
Kettle sings a low refrain
Water finds the thirsty root down there
Life returns to dust again
Rust and steam the quiet refrain
Iron rests the green drinks deep
Morning light on promises we keep
