In the soft twilight’s embrace, I wander,
Past fields that echo with the songs of old,
Through winding paths, my heart grows fonder,
Of stories once lived, now retold.

The gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze,
Carries whispers of days long gone,
In every shadow, a memory seized,
Homecoming’s promise in each dawn.

Walls that cradle the silence of night,
Hold secrets of laughter and tears,
Each corner a beacon of guiding light,
Through the tapestry of years.

As the horizon meets the sky’s gentle hue,
I stand on the threshold of dreams,
Returning home, the journey anew,
In the warmth of familiar streams.