Páramo Glow

The sunrise lens frames a perfect, verdant bloom,
But the páramo mist knows the wild space of my room.
My tendrils reach, not for ephemeral, fleeting light,
But the deep mycorrhizae holding through the night.

[Chorus]
This digital bloom, it’s not the ground I know.
My heart’s a true seed, watch it really grow.
No filter can blur the strength I’ve bravely sown.
This authentic self, finally coming home.

[Verse 2]
The urban hum fades past the shimmering screen’s facade,
A quiet strength blossoms, raw, unposed, unmarred.
We prune the thorns, not for a perfect, plastic show,
But for the sacred stillness, where true feelings flow.

[Bridge]
From dawn's first hint to twilight's softest sigh,
I’ve learned the cadence of what can’t be bought or sold.
My resilient spirit, a story to unfold,
A luminous garden, rooted, brave, and bold.

[Outro]
Let the real light find me, let my true roots run.
A new cycle begins beneath the rising sun.