A Place to Be

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Roaming, roving, drifting,

searching for the place to be.

That spot that offers all,

shade, height and gaiety.

Stretching, relaxing, lounging,

always beneath its boughs.

Provide each and every,

a dimmed glimmer of hue.

Reaching, pulling, climbing,

amid its mighty branches.

Gives one a chance to see,

so much more because of thee.

Dancing, playing, singing,

the time passing cherrished.

Amongest thy lofty spread,

each finds gala merriment.

When I was done looking,

that place I sought to be.

It’s aside people like you,

a friend who is a tree.

By Greg McNeilly