Pixel Bloom Still Life

Within the measured grid, a garden wakes in light, A vase of midnight holds the day in shards of hue. Round fruits of color drift, like planets taking flight, While leaves cut quiet paths through squared and steady blue. The pixels stitch a bloom where order learns to bend, Each block a breath of spring, each circle a soft bell. In patterned calm, the vibrant branches rise and send A warm, electric hush—where coded petals dwell.