Through winding roads and whispering trees,
I trace the path of memories,
Each step a bridge to days of old,
Where stories of my heart unfold.

The sky embraces with gentle hues,
As distant echoes softly muse,
Of laughter shared and tears once shed,
In the place where dreams were fed.

Fields of gold and rivers wide,
Welcome me with arms open wide,
A sanctuary of comfort and grace,
In the tender arms of my birthplace.

With every breath, a sigh of peace,
In this haven, my soul finds release,
Returning home, where love’s embrace,
Wraps around this familiar place.