Petal & Pine

[Verse] The afternoon is warm and slow, Whispering secrets only old folks know. This wooden birdcage, worn and grey, Reminds me of a brighter day. I smooth the bars, a gentle touch, Remembering a love I miss so much. [Pre-Chorus] A gentle breeze begins to sigh, Carrying a petal drifting by. It lands upon the table, dry and frail, A whisper from a forgotten trail. [Chorus] Golden hour paints the wood grain bright, My old hands mend this cage in fading light. Orange tabby dreams upon the sill, As loquat leaves cast shadows, soft and still. [Verse] Each splinter smoothed, each joint aligned, Leaving all the hurried world behind. The scent of dust and aged pine, A peaceful moment, truly mine. My feline friend, a furry heap, Lost in slumber, calm and deep. [Pre-Chorus] The breeze it stirs, a playful gust, Scattering petals, turning dreams to dust. But in that moment, clear and true, I see a spring day, fresh and new. [Chorus] Golden hour paints the wood grain bright, My old hands mend this cage in fading light. Orange tabby dreams upon the sill, As loquat leaves cast shadows, soft and still. [Bridge] It's not the mending that I crave, But the memories that time can save. A single petal, light and free, Brings back a summer's ecstasy. A smile begins to grace my face, Lost in this tranquil, sunlit space. [Outro] The light fades slow, the cage is whole, A quiet peace fills up my soul. The tabby stirs, then drifts again, This golden hour—my only friend.