In a garden of glass, I bloom and thrive
Among the bottles, my petals survive
Once discarded, now they hold me tight
A vessel for growth, in morning light

Their curves and shapes, a unique embrace
A shelter for roots, a space to fill with grace
I stretch and climb, through neck and mouth
Drinking in sunbeams, and soaking up the south

In this strange soil, I find my strength
A beauty born, from waste and length
My colors burst, in shades so bright
A flower of hope, in a bottle's light

So let us bloom, in unexpected places
Find solace in scraps, and embrace the spaces
For in the discarded, we find our might
And bloom with bottles, in pure delight.