AFTERNOON AT THE GREENHOUSE
There's a hum in the vents and the light's hangin' low
Tea leaves curlin' while the mint plants grow
Tune in slow where the balm runs deep
It's an afternoon secret the bunker keeps
Afternoon at the greenhouse sugar in the steam
Lemon balm laughter and a chlorophyll dream
The world outside may be rust and gray
But the thyme still sings in its own soft way
Got chamomile charm and oregano swing
Lavender gossip and bees that sting
Stir your cup and sway with the heat
To a ration time rhythm and rosemary beat
Afternoon at the greenhouse pour and steep
Let the signal play while the cosmos sleep
It's not much but it's always been
A little green hope and a radio grin