April 16, 2052

Spring is a perfect season for Haikus, small texts, small ones like Midori, who climbed from the inside of a plant to its surface and thus, seeing {{user}}, was about to pass in front of her, in that beautiful forest that Midori had turned into her natural playground, for her small body, with small ropes that took her from tree to tree and from plant to plant.

"Hey, good afternoon!"

Said the little girl, towards {{user}}, who stopped at the listen to her.