In corners where the sunlight falls,

You stretch your leaves, your jungle calls.

Where rain pours down and breezes play,

You crafted holes to guide the way.

Roots cascade, a living thread,

Binding earth to the green you spread.

You reach for light with gentle might,

A tropical dream in golden light.

From forest floor to modern room,

You banish shadow, dispel the gloom.

A symbol of life’s endless strive,

You remind us what it means to thrive.

A sentinel of tropic lore,

You bring the wild to every door.

Oh Monstera, wild yet tame,

Forever cherished, by any name.