Arms stretched wide.
Strengthening in your waiting.
Birds fly in, nest, build home.
I wonder how many you have seen.
Coming and going.
Years you have spent.
Staying, growing, steady.
Always a home,
To the vagabond, wanderer, adventurer.
Sheltering.
The lost souls anguish and anger,
They have found you out here.
Staying in one place.
All your life, longer than mine,
you’ve been here.
And I wonder the stories that have been told under your shade.
The ones who find refuge in your staying.
You build home, then home is built in you.
In the safety, of your shade.
You pull us in, we sit
How we flock to you
Yet, a subtle change and we are met in the safety of your shade
I found you by the water
A couple families growing old
I see you on the right with the really long hair
A full grown mustache and a beard, looking good there
With the mom in the middle a dress to the ground
Your holding something dear it’s okay you don’t have to share
Your child, dipping their toes in the water
Looking back to see the assurance of their father
The family on the left a little taller and wild
With the surprise of your well rounded child
You have a lovely home out in the free range
A lot of green and looks like more people are coming your way.