Within these walls, where laughter echoes free,
A tapestry of moments, woven carefully.
The scent of morning coffee, whispers of the past,
Home is where the heart finds peace at last.
Through every window, light and shadow play,
Marking timeâs gentle, unyielding sway.
Sheltered from life’s relentless storm,
In every corner, love keeps us warm.
Gardens bloom with colors bright and rare,
Each petal tells a story, each breeze a prayer.
Memories like vines, entwined and true,
Home is where old dreams find something new.
As twilight falls, and stars begin to gleam,
Home becomes a cradle for each dream.
In the quiet glow of eveningâs embrace,
We find our refuge, our sacred space.