First Nights Bloom

Bare feet on the dew-kissed ground

Mug of tea on the broken stone

Little weeds in a crooked row

Pull them slow, and I’m not alone

Tiny wings in the laurel hedge

Soft calls on the window ledge

Morning breathes, and it fills my chest

Here I am, and it feels like rest

In the garden, when the world is still

Hands in the earth, I can finally heal

Breathing in color, breathing out fear

Quiet bloom, I’m alive right here

In the garden, where the worries fade

Sun on my face, in the gentle shade

Every small petal humming my name

I’m okay, I’m okay, I’m okay

Loose hair in a lazy knot

Dirt-stained knees on a sunny spot

Label sticks in a crooked line

Tiny tags for a future time

Snail trail on a terracotta rim

Water spills as the light pours in

I hum low as the sparrows spin

Little life in the mulch and wind

In the garden, when the world is still

Hands in the earth, I can finally heal

Breathing in color, breathing out fear

Quiet bloom, I’m alive right here

In the garden, where the worries fade

Sun on my face, in the gentle shade

Every small petal humming my name

I’m okay, I’m okay, I’m okay

If tomorrow storms come crashing

These roots remember calm

Every seed I press in silence

Keeps a shelter in my palms

(la-la, stay a while)

(la-la, gentle light)

In the garden, when the world is still

Hands in the earth, I can finally heal

Breathing in color, breathing out fear

Quiet bloom, I’m alive right here

In the garden, where the worries fade

Sun on my face, in the gentle shade

Every small petal humming my name

I’m okay, I’m okay, I’m okay