In the stillness of the evening glow,
Where shadows play and dreams bestow,
Lies a sanctuary we call home,
A place where weary souls roam.
The walls whisper tales of yesteryears,
Laughter, love, and sometimes tears,
Each room a canvas, painted bold,
With stories of hearts that never grow old.
The hearth burns with timeless grace,
Warming hearts, a tender embrace,
In every corner, love’s gentle trace,
A haven, a sacred space.
Through seasons, storms, and endless skies,
Home remains where the spirit flies,
A beacon of hope, a cherished dome,
Forever, our eternal home.