Garden of Friendship

I have so much love,
For everyone I meet.
And there are those
Who nurture it,
Who grow it,
Who know how
To cultivate a relationship.
Would you walk with me
In a garden of friendship?
Would you see the beauty
In our growing bond?

I love to be here,
I live here,
Cultivating and curating,
Pruning and pronouncing,
These growing bonds
Are my meaning and purpose.

Would you walk with me?
Would you bask in the beauty?
Or should I salt the Earth
And post no trespassing signs?

I need to know,
I need to know.
For if these blooms are mine alone,
Does their existence matter at all?

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