Memories of biking through the
arboretum,
a masterpiece theatre full of green
leaves.
Tell me how to tend to your branches,
teach me how to water your roots,
show me how to make you flourish.
The landscape covered in a green
canopy,
distance covered by intertwined roots,
by the intermingling of voices and
people.
I'm right beside you when you need me,
whenever you want me to be.
-Zero
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