The stems have leaves chlorophylled to the seams. Intoxicating shades of green. Pile on more soil. Fertilizer and neem oil. Moon-dripped slumbers and every day bathed in a sun that’s grinning. Roots so healthy they should be award-winning. Biweekly happy hour of fresh as **** tepid water. Emerald leaf and dark chocolate dirt. I’m so bored. I crave deep blood red. Pops of pink and jolts of lightning yellow. Navel orange like a submarine. Or maybe even a hazy purple fever dream. Something…anything more than green. I need the magical swirl like a mother of pearl. When will the petals unfurl?