In the quiet whispers of the evening breeze,When shadows stretch and the daylight flees,There lies a path, well-trodden and known,A journey back to where my heart is sown.The road winds through fields of golden hue,Where memories linger, both old and new,The scent of earth, the rustling leaves,In every step, my soul believes.Underneath the starlit, velvet sky,I hear the echoes of a lullaby,Sung by the winds of a familiar place,A gentle reminder of love’s embrace.As I draw near, the hearthlight glows,Warmth and comfort in its gentle throes,Home at last, where the heart can mend,In the arms of family and the love of friends.