Underneath the azure skies, where whispers of wind play,
My heart finds solace in the streets of yesteryear,
Each corner, a story, each stone, a tale,
Binding my soul to the roots so dear.

The laughter of children, echoes of joy,
The scent of jasmine in the evening air,
Golden fields stretching beyond the eye,
In my dreams, I’m always there.

The old oak tree, our secret place,
Where promises were made and dreams took flight,
Its shade, a sanctuary, its branches, a grace,
Holding memories in its silent might.

Though miles may part us, and time may change,
My hometown’s love remains the same,
In every heartbeat, in every breath,
It calls me back, whispering my name.