Light Loving Plant

I have a plant.
It’s maroon leaves open to the light,
glowing translucent.
They perch on thin wiggly stalks,
delicate.

They were withering, dying,
on the table in my room.
I moved the struggling three stalks,
unknowing and hoping,
to the windowsill.

There are many now thriving
while more push through,
bathing and rejoicing in the light.

At night their leaves close gently,
resting.