In the golden hue of twilight’s gentle embrace,
The whispering winds carry tales of old,
Guiding weary souls back to their sacred space,
Where memories linger and stories unfold.

The path homeward is lined with echoes sweet,
Of laughter shared beneath the ancient trees,
Where every step feels like a heart’s heartbeat,
In rhythm with the rustling of the leaves.

The familiar scent of earth and rain-drenched air,
Wraps around like a long-forgotten song,
Each breath a melody of love and care,
A symphony where every note belongs.

As stars emerge in the velvet night sky,
A sense of peace settles within the soul,
For home is where the heart learns to fly,
And in its flight, finally feels whole.