Jagged Ed Turning into Gold

[Intro]
[soft rhodes chord progression, sparse cello swells, distant marimba taps]

[Verse]
The gardener laid the blueprint flat and neat
A row of perfect seeds beneath our feet
But the soil had a dream of its own design
And whispered secrets to the winding vine
The chloroplasts forgot the standard green
And painted shades no blueprint had foreseen
A double-petaled rose that grew in twists
Adapting to the heavy morning mists

[Chorus]
Oh, the glasshouse fractures under wilder leaves
A strange mosaic that the light weaves
These crooked stems and mutated veins
Are drinking deeper from the autumn rains
Not broken, just rewritten in the dark
Each silver edge a new aesthetic spark
We are the flora that refused the mold
Our jagged edges turning into gold

[Verse]
A stem of marigold with spiral bark
Now glowing softly in the quiet dark
A fern with silver needles on its fronds
Reaching out beyond the manicured ponds
The shears are idle on the wooden bench
No perfect lines to carve, no growth to quench
The cracks within the soil are where we breathe
Where wilder, deeper roots begin to wreathe

[Chorus]
Oh, the glasshouse fractures under wilder leaves
A strange mosaic that the light weaves
These crooked stems and mutated veins
Are drinking deeper from the autumn rains
Not broken, just rewritten in the dark
Each silver edge a new aesthetic spark
We are the flora that refused the mold
Our jagged edges turning into gold

[Outro]
[cello takes the lead melody, marimba syncopates softly beneath, rhodes fades out]
Our jagged edges...
Our beautiful mistakes...
Turning into gold.
[End]