The road winds gently, leading me back,
To familiar fields where memories stack,
Each step echoes with stories untold,
Of laughter, of tears, of hearts grown bold.
The scent of home fills the evening air,
A balm for the soul, a quiet prayer,
Windows aglow with a welcoming light,
Guiding me through the soft twilight.
Faces I cherish, smiles that ignite,
The warmth of their presence, pure delight,
Conversations flow like a river’s song,
In this haven, I know I belong.
As twilight gives way to the night,
I find solace in this gentle sight,
Home is not just a place on a map,
It’s where the heart finds its gentle nap.