by Markus Hamence – February 2024

In corners bright and windowsills wide,
Where sunbeams dance and shadows hide,
There thrives a world of verdant grace,
Indoor plants in their tranquil space.

Their leaves unfurl in hues arrayed,
In pots of clay or wicker braids,
From sturdy palms to trailing vines,
Each one a tale of growth entwined.

In gentle curves and graceful arcs,
They whisper secrets in the dark,
Their roots unseen, yet deeply bound,
To earth they cling, their haven found.

With every leaf, a silent song,
They purify the air, prolong,
The breath of life in rooms they grace,
Indoor gardens, a sacred place.

From humble ferns with fronds so fine,
To towering figs, a grand design,
They bring a touch of nature’s balm,
To urban dwellings, cities’ psalm.

In pots adorned with patterns bright,
They add a splash of green delight,
To modern lofts and cozy nooks,
Their presence soothing, like storybooks.

Through winter’s chill and summer’s blaze,
They thrive within, in shaded glaze,
Their resilience a testament,
To life’s enduring testament.

So tend them well, these leafy friends,
Their care repays, as joy extends,
With every sprout, a hope renewed,
Indoor plants, our gratitude imbued.

For in their silent, steadfast way,
They teach us patience, day by day,
And in their growth, we find a trace,
Of nature’s beauty, boundless grace.