[Intro] Morning enters meeting room twelve, Across the cups nobody cleared, Two decks remain beneath the screen, One approved and one still feared. [Verse] The Steering Committee sends its notes: "Additional recovery focus." No admission that the plan had failed, No mention of who first showed it. Project Phoenix gains a task force, Three workshops and a weekly call, The launch date moves beyond the quarter, Though the minutes do not say it moved at all. [Chorus] Green pending recovery, A new official category, Not quite truth and not quite victory, Green pending recovery. A phrase designed for history— Red beneath the terminology. [Verse] The risk register keeps its colours. Irene's version stays attached. Engineers receive two extra people. The backup test is finally matched. The ninety-percent task falls backward To thirty-two and starts again, The owner looks relieved to measure What is missing, what remains. [Pre-Chorus] No applause and no confession, No Director claims the turn, But a line appears in future guidance: "Risk colour must reflect concern." [Chorus] Green pending recovery, A new official category, Not quite truth and not quite victory, Green pending recovery. Red beneath the terminology— A phrase designed for history. [Piano Interlude] [Bridge] Irene walks beside the Gantt chart— The prophecy no longer promises. The red cells have named owners now, And finally, it resembles a plan. [Soft Verse] A message waits from the Director: "Thank you for your candid view. Going forward, please coordinate Status language before review." She reads it once and files it In a folder called "For Steering." Then she opens next month's template. Every traffic light is clearing. [Final Chorus] Green pending recovery, The company's preferred vocabulary, But underneath the summary The real report keeps its memory. Not the ending, not a victory— Irene leaves it red, until it's clean. [Reprise] The office lifts begin to move, The P-M-O unlocks its door, Three traffic lamps wait above it, As they waited once before. [Outro] The five-note figure lands at last—each note landing where it should. A report opens on the server: "Current status: red, understood." Downstairs, another version travels, calm and clean: "The status report is green."