Trust me, give me your seed, I'll let your roots grow into me, We can face our leaves towards the sea. We could grow intertwined, Into a lock without a key. We could grow a color filled canopy, That blossoms into a lush mess of romantic beauty. Let's let our sad hearts atrophy, And together, become a tree, Just you and me.
why was the topic tree? you made me write a happy prospecting poem, that was hard.