In the quiet whisper of dawn’s tender light,
I gather memories, like leaves in the fall,
Each corner of home holds stories untold,
Yet the road beckons with promises of more.

Walls that cradle with warmth and care,
Echoes of laughter that float in the air,
Yet the horizon paints a different hue,
Calling my spirit to seek the new.

In the gentle rustle of the morning breeze,
I trace the shadows of what once was mine,
The past holds tight, with a gentle hand,
Yet my feet yearn for uncharted lands.

So with the sun rising, I take my leave,
Heart full of hope, eyes on the sky,
For every ending births a new start,
And every farewell whispers a hello.