The tall grass
suddenly grows high, fed
by spring's rain. And in that tall grass, one
single wildflower shows
us beauty.
We met on Medium. You showed me where to find the POM family. If I remember correctly, we weaved a garland of flower poems once. Then you showed me there was a Web3 world. Again, I found beauty and community thanks to you. That's what this poem is about.
Happy birthday, Ashu