and I build my nest
time and again,
in the open arms
of an ancient tree,
not because I need a home,
but because I know
that it's the canopy of blue
which holds my nest,
and that is the home
that belongs to me.
time and again,
in the open arms
of an ancient tree,
not because I need a home,
but because I know
that it's the canopy of blue
which holds my nest,
and that is the home
that belongs to me.
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