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.