In the corner, where shadows lay,
A house stands still, in muted gray.
Its walls hold whispers, soft and low,
Of memories from long ago.

The windows, eyes that see the past,
Reflecting stories meant to last.
Each creak of floor, a tale untold,
In silence, histories unfold.

The garden blooms with untamed grace,
A wild beauty, time can’t erase.
Vines embrace the wooden frame,
As if to shield it from the flame.

Under the roof, where dreams reside,
Echoes of laughter, love, and pride.
A home that breathes with every breeze,
A sanctuary, where hearts find ease.