under the tree is where true play comes alive.

maybe it’s the laughters or the storytelling.

maybe it was the sun sneaking a game of hide and seek.

maybe it was the sea breeze chasing you through the branches for another round of tag.

or maybe it was simply being.

whatever the maybe may be,

i hope to meet you under the tree.

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