The road winds through the whispering trees,
A path well-worn, yet ever new,
Beneath the canopy of memories,
Where dreams and echoes intertwine.

The heart beats with anticipation,
As the horizon unveils its gentle grace,
A tapestry of fields and skies,
Leading me home to warmth and light.

The door creaks open with a familiar sound,
A welcome song of love and laughter,
Within these walls, stories unfold,
Tales of old, and new beginnings.

Here, in the cradle of comfort,
Where the soul finds its resting place,
I am home, amidst the gentle sighs,
Of a world that holds me close.