In the gentle whisper of the evening breeze,
I find the echoes of a distant shore,
Where memories dance like autumn leaves,
And call me back to where I belong once more.

The road is long, but the heart is sure,
Every step a melody of forgotten songs,
With every mile, the soul finds cure,
In the arms of home where it truly belongs.

The scent of pine and the rustle of trees,
Guide my weary soul to rest,
Beneath the moon’s soft glow and the evening’s peace,
I find solace in the place I know best.

The journey ends where love begins anew,
In the gentle smiles and familiar sights,
Coming home is like the morning dew,
Refreshing the heart with its endless light.