[Intro]
Sunlight on shavings, a slow breath in.
[Verse]
I lift a reclaimed plank, grain telling its tale.
Hands steady, turning rough into calm.
[Chorus]
This shelf grows from quiet work, slow and true.
A warm space blooms with every careful screw.
[Verse]
I sand the edges smooth, measure twice, cut once.
A simple bookcase, homegrown with the sun.
[Chorus]
This shelf grows from quiet work, slow and true.
A warm space blooms with every careful screw.
[Outro]
Dust settles, I step back and smile at the view.
