Nurture

Stretching up to meet the sky,

Swaying in the crisp morning breeze,

I am home to those travellers who spend their life on wings, And those filled with a sense of adventure,

I have watched them come and go in swathes,

Flitting in and out of my existence,

And yet I welcome them should they return,

For I have laid strong foundations on which to provide shelter.

Listening to the chatter of the world with content,

I know I do not need much to survive,

Simply the warming touch of the sun,

And the nurturing patter of the rain.

But to live-

To live I need to be loved.

With your love I shall blossom,

With your care I shall grow and learn to fly.