This is your home

We have fruit trees and tall trees,
With wide trunks and full of insects,
With lots of birds and animals,
Spiraling up and about above my head.

I grew up where the land ends,
You can look down and see the edge,
There are plants and animals,
Strong winds and mild sun.

It’s a place in your dream,
Where your heart stays never to leave,
Where the wind whispers to you,
“You’re alive and you’re free”

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