Rooted Detour

[Verse 1]
The map dissolved, a flicker, then just grey,
Past sun-scorched stone, where old worlds gently fray.
A silent compass, suddenly unbound,
And unseen roots began to feel the ground.

[Chorus]
Here, where wild orchids spill,
This unplanned root, it blossoms still.
Here, where wild orchids spill,
My true north, on a forgotten hill.

[Verse 2]
A hidden square, where ancient olive trees,
Spread tangled shade, caught in the sea-salt breeze.
Their silent wisdom, a slow, unfolding grace,
A tender current, finding its own space.

[Chorus]
Here, where wild orchids spill,
This unplanned root, it blossoms still.
Here, where wild orchids spill,
My true north, on a forgotten hill.

[Bridge]
No predetermined path could ever trace,
This vibrant stillness, this unhurried space.
My own deep roots, uncoiled in sun-drenched air,
A wilder bloom, beyond what maps could bear.

[Chorus]
Here, where wild orchids spill,
This unplanned root, it blossoms still.
Here, where wild orchids spill,
My true north, on a forgotten hill.

[Outro]
The engine cools, a quiet, deep repose,
Where every unplanned petal softly grows.