[Intro]
Soft gears whisper as the sun begins to rise.
[Verse 1]
In a tiny garden, a robot tends the beds,
metal hands prune dreams where the tomato threads spreads.
Oversized vegetables loom like towering green moons,
he sighs at the scale and hums a hopeful tune.
[Chorus]
Just a little trim!
Petunia dreams bloom in perfect rows.
Circuits calm as the scissors sing,
A neat, bright patch where sunlight glows.
[Verse 2]
He surveys the patch, each petal mapped in line,
prunes away doubt till colors shimmer and shine.
Borders whisper calm as orderly greens align,
and the garden breathes easy under a tidy design.
[Chorus]
Just a little trim!
Petunia dreams bloom in perfect rows.
Circuits calm as the scissors sing,
A neat, bright patch where sunlight glows.
[Bridge]
Hope flicks like a switch, soft in the soil,
the tiny bot smiles at a trim achieved with toil.
[Chorus]
Just a little trim!
Petunia dreams bloom in perfect rows.
Circuits calm as the scissors sing,
A neat, bright patch where sunlight glows.
[Outro]
Sunset seals the patch in a gentle, tidy glow.
