As a child…
I remember someone asking me
Of I knew what I wanted to grow up to be
And I couldn’t think of anything you see
Until I thought about being a tree
A place for all those homey nesters
And a place for weary traveling resters
A haven for curious wisdom questers
Giving and receiving love, so free
Then…
From deep inside, I smiled with glee
I must have known all along, I was meant to be a tree
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