We lived in a magical garden, shielded from steel and dismay.

Slept in the crevice of a nook in a nest, but always together were we.

Journeyed the world without fortune, fortunate to live everyday.

Felt the frigid snow mountains, the tropical trees, and the crush of the tepid teal waves.

With love alone we’ve traveled so far, and now a journey anew.

A seedling born from our imperfect love. Even more love for me and for you.