Our hands grasp like twisted vines.

Pulling apart is not at all designed.

In wilting together and flourishing too,

Unattended garden, it's me and you.

Sustained on rain and sun alone,

We build up together in our home.

Moments sprout and some will die,

In tandem, we'll look above at the sky.

With intertwined roots anchoring deep,

Side by side, each other's to keep.