Monstera leaves are reaching high
Green fingers touch the morning sky
The kettle hums a steady tune
Inside this quiet kitchen noon
The brass telescope catches the light
Turning the morning into the night
Steam from the pot fills the empty air
Finding a magic we both can share
I prune the dead weight from the stem
A tiny leaf, a hidden gem
You polish gold with a linen cloth
Attracting light like a summer moth
The brass telescope catches the light
Turning the morning into the night
Steam from the pot fills the empty air
Finding a magic we both can share
Spathiphyllum drinks from the clay
We watch the gray clouds drift away
The copper rim glows a heavy red
While all the garden secrets spread
The brass telescope catches the light
Turning the morning into the night
Steam from the pot fills the empty air
Finding a magic we both can share
The soil is rich and dark and deep
Where all the winter seedlings sleep
The tea is hot in a ceramic cup
We watch the golden bubbles rise up
Look through the glass to the furthest star
Even the distance doesn't feel far
One single spark in a velvet black
A golden road that will lead us back
Latin names written on the card
Patience is a gardener's reward
The steam is thick and the light is clear
Everything we need is right here
The brass telescope catches the light
Turning the morning into the night
Steam from the pot fills the empty air
Finding a magic we both can share
Brass and steam in the morning light
Brass and steam, keeping it bright
(Group shout)
Keeping it bright!
