In the quiet rustle of leaves, I hearThe whispers of paths well-trodden,A gentle call guiding my steps near,To where my heart was first begotten.Sunlit memories dance through the air,Threads of laughter woven in time,Each corner holds stories rare,Echoes of childhood’s rhyme.The embrace of walls seasoned with age,Holds a warmth like no other place,In every creak, a comforting page,Of a book bound in love’s embrace.Beneath the sky, so vast and wide,I find my soul in gentle roam,In the heart of the earth, my spirit abides,In the tender arms of home.